Missa talvi? / Where's winter?

Kalenterissa lukee tanaan olevan tammikuun 24. paiva. Ulos jos menee niin ei uskoisi. Aurinko paistaa. On ihanan lammin. Varjossa mittarissa todellakin lukemat +13C. Valitettavasti viikonloppuna saadusta lumesta ei ole enaa jalkeakaan. Se suli pois viime yona sateen mukana. Ihan kuin kevat olisi saapunut tanne. Mutta missa on talvi?
Haikein mielin laittelin tanaan vauvelin pieneksi jaamia vaatteita pois. Talteen aarrelaatikkoon kaikkein ihanimmat ja muistorikkaimmat vaatteet ja muut myytavien pinoon. Kylla siina kyynelkin vierahti poskelle kun katselin sairaalasta saatua virkattua myssya ja vaatteita, joissa "Nuppu" tuli kotiin. Ei taida tulla enaa uusia vauvoja tahan taloon.... ainakaan ihan ikiomaksi. Se on tassa viimeaikoina ollut muutenkin mielessa kun imetysta olen lopettelemassa (tosin vain sen takia etta neiti on paattanyt ruveta puremaan maitobaaria kaikilla kuudella upealla hampaallaan). Tulen kaipaamaan niita vain meidan keskeisia hetkia, jolloin saan vauvani ihan lahelle. Melkein sydan sydanta vasten. Saan katsoa toisen keskittynytta ilmetta ja kuinka han syodessaan hypistelee sormillaan omia hiuksiaan. Mamin oma nuppunen.
Paani ei ole ehka ihan niin sumussa kuin eilen. Energiasta en tieda missa se huitelee. Enka varmasti olisi ollut tanaan kovin hyvaa seuraa kenellekaan. Vahan "Joro" -meininkia. Ulos nena sentaan pistettiin ja karryteltiin kauppaan (saan taalla usein kovin kummastuneita katseita kun kavelen vauvan kanssa kauppaan). Nautittiin auringon lammosta ja valosta.

Calendar indicates today being January 24th. If you go outside, you wouldn't believe it. The sun is shining. It's wonderfully warm. The thermometer in the shade shows +13C/55F. Unfortunately there's no sign of the snow we got during the weekend. It all melted away with rain last night. It's like spring has arrived. But where's winter?
With a heavy and sad heart I put away baby's small clothes. The most meaningful and treasured ones went in a treasure box and the other piled to be sold. I did shed a tear or two as I was holding the crocheted hat we got from the hospital and the clothes "Nuppu" (translates to flower bud) wore coming home. I doubt there will be new babies in this house... at least not to stay. This thought has been in my mind lately a lot as I'm winding breast feeding down (only because the little miss has decided to bite the milk bar with all of those six glorious white teeth). I'm going to miss the moments just for the two of us, when I get to hold my little one so close. Almost heart against heart. I get to watch her concentrated expression and how she fiddles with her hair while feeding. Mummy's own little Nuppu.
My head is not quite so foggy as yesterday. What comes to my energy, I don't have the slightest idea where it has decided to take itself. And I still wouldn't have been very good company to anyone today. Bit of a Grumpy feeling. I did go out and walked with the baby to the store (I do get strange looks here when ever I walk to the store with the little one). We enjoyed the warmth and light of the sun.