We're enjoying more beautiful weather this week, interspersed with brief periods of rain.  Some flowers have shot up in the brick planter in front of our bay window.  I can't be sure yet - but I'm guessing they're daffodils.  I guess there must have been some planted there last year that have successfully reproduced, because I sure haven't planted anything.  Now I'm thinking I should probably get out there this weekend and pull some weeds at least.  The rosebushes that I pruned last month are also starting to show signs of new growth (glad I didn't kill them!)

On another cheery note - Doug was "officially" offered a contract for next year (translation:  he won't be unemployed come June).  This did not come as a surprise to either of us, but still, I appreciate having it finalized (one less thing that I'll be tempted to worry about...). 

Spring Break is only a little over a week away.  We're thinking about taking a trip to the coast on one of those days.  I almost typed that we'd be going to the "beach", but I realized that word has very So Cal connotations for me (lots of sun and palm trees, bikinis everywhere, etc.), and here in the Northwest "going to the beach" is a very different experience:  (lots of rocks and pine trees, windbreakers everywhere).  So I'll say we're going to the "coast" - if for no other reason than to differentiate the two places in my own mind.  Now, Doug and I are definitely not Beach people (we're extremely compatible in that regard ), but I love the Coast, and am excited to share it with my kids.