Cabin Fever? Not here.

It seems it's been snowing for weeks. Oh, wait... it has. And then top it with cold, and many have been in-bound for weeks as well, especially those of us with small children. I am no exception. I haven't been out since last Sunday when we came home from Iowa. But unlike my friends, whom I've seen posting the cabin-crazy statuses on Facebook, I'm not that fussed. I guess I've always been a home-body, but you'd think even homebodies stuck inside all week would go crazy. Maybe it's that I weigh the hassle of getting her ready to go outside (suiting her up and getting out the door before she overheats, the screaming from being buckled into the carseat, struggling to get the carrier into the base in the car, the resulting tension headache) and I'm perfectly content to stay home. Maybe it's that I feel the need to master the craziness indoors before heading out, like trying to actually get some laundry done, some cleaning done, getting a shower in... Life really does seem to go from naptime to naptime, and between feedings and supervised playtime, and bathtime, and diaper changes. And while I'm nowhere near good at it, while sometimes I feel like a pretender, a faker, as I try to mother and sustain my little one, I'm liking it. Most times, I'm loving it. Even when she doesn't want to nap and I feel so unequipped. I look down the road to the spring, and I'll be very content to get out then. She'll be sitting up (hopefully), and we can go out and sit on a blanket in the yard. We can go to the zoo and she can hopefully sit in the stroller. Whether she'll look at the animals remains to be seen. We'll go to the library and look at books. Until then, let the cold keep us in. We'll enjoy tummy-time and playing in our bouncy seat. And church and Bible studies and occasional coffees with the girls will probably be just fine with me. We can hope.