It took awhile to settle back in after our holiday trip, especially because there were SO MANY SCHOOL DELAYS AND CANCELLATIONS DUE TO WEATHER (by weather I mean "dangerously low temperatures," light snows, and freezing rain). I don't think the weather was ever really bad enough to necessitate closing schools. That said, I'm sure I'll feel put out if we ever move back west and I have to drive anywhere in snow ever.
Anyway, we enjoyed our snow days. The girls played in the snow, I "forced" Liz to make a snowman with me (she was excited about it by the end, also, I wish I knew how lame that hat looked before Drew took the picture), the girls painted tons of pictures (Lainey tried to paint a "minion butt"), Drew shoveled lots of snow, we girls made valentine decorations, and I made lots of fabric flowers (possibly for Lainey's birthday party in September).
Ellie began sunbeams (loves it), she went to the eye doctor (so far so good), she continued to color on her face pretty much daily, and enjoyed running (her "girl exercise") and singing what she remembers of "Let it Go."
On MLK day Lainey cut her own hair. It was in the afternoon when Drew and I had finally sat down for a break. Lainey came up to me with a piece of paper and pair of scissors and asked if she could cut the paper. I said yes. Later, Laines came back with the scissors and asked if she could use them. Assuming she meant the cut paper, I said, "Yes, Lainey. Stop asking me." Not long after she came with her hair chopped off on one side. When I asked her why she did it, she said, "I wanted my hair cut to my shoulders" and "You told me I could." Later I found the pile of hair hidden under and behind an armchair.
Luckily we were able to cover up most of Lainey's self haircut with a professional one:
Emma hit her six month mark and started eating solids! Well, the purees anyway, and she didn't hate them as much as her sisters did at their initial feedings (but she really hated it at her second feeding).
We took the kids skiing at Liberty towards the end of the month. Andrew loved it. Liz loved it. Ellie loved it. Lainey put on the gear and chickened out before she got on the lift (but she enjoyed playing on the snow mound at the bottom of the hill). Emma and I (and sometimes the other girls) hung out in the ski patrol family room.