There is snow falling and it is a chilly 15 degrees outside and despite the fact that we have a cozy couch and hot chocolate, my children keep pestering me to put help them with their boots and coats so they can go outside.
"Mama, please! I need to teach Evelyn how to luge!"
So, yes, I think it is safe to say that Olympic fever has hit our house.
(It is also safe to say that, given that Evelyn is only 22 months old, I will probably not be letting my son be in charge of her Olympic training as the luge+baby combination seems rather ill-advised.)
I unabashedly love the Olympics. I love the parade of athletes during the opening ceremony, with the tiny delegations from tropical islands rubbing shoulders with huge packs of athletes from cold weather countries, all of them giddy to be there.
I love becoming deeply invested, if even for just a little bit, in sports that I don't even really know the rules for, as I watch things like curling and biathlon and Nordic combined and suddenly find myself rooting and cheering long past my bedtime.
I love the tears and joy when athletes take the podium, having done the thing they've been dreaming about since they were kids. And I love watching my kids those dreams come true. They watch and then go scampering to the kitchen so they can slide around on socks or turn a cardboard box into a hockey goal and start to dream themselves.
I love ogling the thighs of the Dutch speed skaters.
(What? Not all of my reasons for loving the Olympics have to be profound, do they?)
I'll send the kids outside soon, bundled up and dreaming of Olympic glory, and we'll pretend our sled is a bobsled and that we are all Jamaican.
We're underdogs, but I like our chances.
What is your favorite part of the Olympics?