Wheee! Imagine our delight when we woke up to a foot and a half of snow on the ground. Only the "old man" of the family could remember ever seeing so much snow before. Jack, of course, wanted to get out right away to play in it, but Mike and I are stodgy enough to want to sleep in and then actually dress ourselves and Jack appropriately for the arctic weather. Half an hour later, we are all set to go. Jack takes three steps outside the door -- steps that were, to be fair, up to his middle -- and then screams to be allowed to go in. All that effort, and the little guy had forgotten to put on any socks! Nothing would avail, he would NOT come back out, so Mike and I were left to shovel alone. Well, actually, I was left to shovel with Mike watching, as a few shovel fulls were enough for his back to threaten to seize. It was exhausting but fun -- we really enjoyed looking at the mountains of snow on our drive! Later that night our friends the Kami, Nate, Kate and Moira invited us over to spend the night in a Blizzard Party, followed by a huge and delicious breakfast. We're thinking perhaps we should plan a blizzard every year!
To top it off, Jack had recovered enough by Monday that we could all build a snow fort togehter for FHE. As you can tell from the picture, one of us got "left out in the cold" so to speak, and was in grave danger of being pelted to death. True to Ohio weather, it was 60 degrees the next day. The fort managed to hold on for three days, though by that third day, it could hardly be called a fort anymore. More of a tiny ridge, really.
When asked, as Red Power Ranger, why Jack was tooting so much today, "I don't know. He's a boy. Jesus just made him that way."
I don't have bare feet, Daddy! I have people feet!!
We were dropping off Nanny's car at the mechanic. I ran in to sign the car in as Jack stayed in the car, watched over by Miss Mandy. The mechanic came out to check something and Jack took one look at him and said, "Excuse me, you need to get out of here. This is my Nanny's car!!"
For Nanny's surgery: Heavenly Father, please bless Nanny that when they cut her belly, she won't say "Ow". Bless her to be brave. And bless her if she gets scared to hold onto my Batman car I gave her.
Mommmmmaaaa? I need a weapon.
(at a funeral, jumping around) Jack -- we need to be quiet. Why? Because Aunt Mary's family are sad, and Jesus said we should be sad with them. But Mommy, I'M not sad, I'm happy!!
Why does the moon fall to pieces sometimes?
Nanny, you should listen to Jesus.
Look at the stars, mommy. They are so brilliant.
Is Uncle Owen in Iraq? Yes. Are there bad guys with guns there? Yes. He better get out of there FAST!!!
How I know there's a Heavenly Father (..I wasn't smart enough to pick a husband this perfect.)
Proves over and over he would walk through fire for me. Better yet, will drive to Meijer at midnight for tampons and gummi bears.
Loves my mom.
Cleans the kitchen! (who cares if he has selective vision)
First thing he wants to do after work: play with Jack
Handles bath time!
Knows the answer to, Do these jeans make me look fat??
Always on my side
Loves cuddling on the couch in front of the TV
Addicted to The Weather Channel. Who knows why? But it always puts a smile on my face.
"Honey, I'd really like to get a hair cut, but isn't it too expensive? " "No, if it'll make you feel good, you should do it. What about trying some highlights??"
Loves the beautiful things of the world just like I do.
Four words: Cries at chick flicks
Knows not only WHERE the skeletons are buried, but what they are. Exactly. And still loves me!
The man LIKES TO SHOP. More than I do.
my sophie soulmate sent from above
we have a bond that will never break
laughs at my silly-ness
bumps into walls, just like me
doesn't get caught in strainers
builds a better campfire
gives stuffed animals their voice
triathlet
did I say she loves horses?
my soul mate
got politics?
life of the party
funny, outgoing
dream house: med size house with horse pasture at entrance
What's there to say? I'm a mom (of one, officially, but I'm also married, so that makes it two, really, and waiting and hoping for number 3), wife, substitute teacher, aerobics instructor, workout fanatic, and college student (again! Physical Therapy, this time.)
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