Boog's Snow Day

Thursday, Boog's school had snow brought in for the kids to play in. They had a big slide covered with snow and a square(ish) area of snow for them to dig in, have snowball fights, walk around in...you know, whatever they wanted to do. Why oh why could this not have been a few weeks ago when our daily high was somewhere below freezing? Oh well, who doesn't want to play in the snow when it is 72 balmy degrees outside? Although, by the way the kiddos were dressed, you would have never been able to tell it was a warm day.

When I arrived, the kiddos were still in chapel. They were learning about Jonah and the whale. After hearing the story and answering questions, they were able to "crawl into the belly of the whale" (which was a tunnel covered with paper to look like a whale) and be spit from the other end. As each child would enter the belly of the whale, the teacher and other students would pretend to uh, uh, uh putuey...and out would fly the child from the mouth of the whale. They had a blast...

In goes Boog...uh, uh, uh putuey...



and out he shoots...



quite pleased with himself actually!



Checking out the snow before trying it out...my careful child...



loading up for the first ride



situating...



get ready



get set



here we go



ooooh, what have i done?



woah...



wheew, i made it



playing in the snow



affter a tandem ride with a friend



after a rough landing, remember it is 72 degrees and snow does not like 72



playing with friends



snowball fight



stopping by for a quick picture



after another muddy tumble, glad I put the jacket on him. He does not like to get dirty and he had already asked to go in and change!



watching



that was funny



uh...I don't know



digging in the snow



watching friends slide



look who got some snow



wonder what he's thinking?



I love this picture. My beautiful boy who did not want to turn 4, who is already planning to turn 5...saying he is almost 5 actually. Sigh...where does the time go?



I love this kid.



Humm...I wonder...



Let's see, they just said to never eat yellow snow...



This does not look yellow to me. I'll just give it a little lick while no one is looking.



Mmm, forget a little lick...



just shove it all in



mmm tasty



crunchy



cold



my 4 year old, wanna be 5 year old beauty.

Save the day...part 2

Haha, like the to be continued?

Ok, where was I? Oh yea, DQ...long line...not seeing anyone I knew. Right!

So, instead of just waiting in the line, I figure it is Sunday, at DQ...I am not going to know anyone. I do not know anyone who goes to DQ as much as I do. I never see anyone here that I know. The place was packed, but still...

I should probably back track a bit here and tell you about my "I'm not so secretly in love with our pizza guy" story. Ok, so that is a bit of an over exaggeration but stay with me here. He is Italian...owns his own pizza place here in town, we go really often, he calls the ladies honey, darling and dear, in his oh so sexy Italian accent (and before you get to worried...this is nothing my husband does not know, it is our little joke.) I should mention too that my husband is Italian but he does not talk like this...Anyway, it is not that "the pizza guy" is all that good looking really. I mean he is a 40something year old guy, average looking I guess but it is totally the accent that will knock your socks off. Ok...there is the "set up." You totally see where I am going with this, right?

So anyway, I think, "Ok, I'll just run in really quick and be right back out, unrecognized and carry on about my day." So in I go, cash in hand ready to purchase the beloved dipped cone and Dilly Bars for the kiddos when what do I hear behind me but, "Hello darlin'. Have not seen you in a while, how are you doing?" Oh my...thought I was just going to pass out and die, right there.

That's what I get for looking like a lazy bum on a Sunday. Maybe it will get me out of my "I'm gonna stay in pjs till bed time kick!" Nah, I doubt it. He told me I looked nice anyway...

Not me! Monday

Welcome to Not me! Monday, where we can be brutally honest and live to tell about it.

I am not totally sure if there will be a link up at MckMama's today, but I thought I would carry on. I do have a pretty good not me...hehe.

While picking up a few (ok maybe not a few) things at Sam's Club the other day, my wonderful hubby and I did not see that they now carry Cheesecake Factory Cheesecake and there were not 3 different flavors in one box and 2 of the 3 were not our favorite flavors! I mean seriously, how lucky would we be if that were to have been the case?!? I love you White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle...I do!

I did not seriously debate whether or not to actually attend my high school reunion that was last night. Nope, I knew I wanted to go all along. I never once thought, well...we could always leave early and do something else, I mean we do have a babysitter so the kids are good. Nope, that would have been rude. I mean seriously, I grew up with these people!

Back to the cheesecake...after dinner the other night, we did not realize that we should have taken the cheesecake out of the freezer hours earlier so it could be thawing while we messed around so we could enjoy it after dinner. My wonderful hubby took it out of the box and removed the little pieces of wax paper and neatly arranged them on a plate to thaw. It was not me who verbally assaulted him, demanding to know where he put the little pieces of cheesecake smeared wax papers. It was really not me who then proceed to take them back out of the box and lick them clean. Nope, I mean seriously...I have more self control than that! Who does that???

It was not me who on Sunday went out in public with 3 children dressed in their pjs still, while being dressed myself in sweat pants, a baggy tshirt and boots with my hair pulled back, all because I was too lazy to get anyone dressed and ready. I would never take my beautiful babies out in their pjs. What kind of parent do you think I am anyway?

It is not my dog who is outside right now because he managed to wreck himself and has turned the lower half of his body from white to black! It is not me who is going to ask in my sweetest most sincere voice ever if my husband will clean him up when he gets home!

I am not excited that the kids are out of school tomorrow! Not that I will get to sleep in, but you never know...I might just stay in my pjs again all day!

It is not me who wrote a post yesterday and then right in the middle of the story ended with, "to be continued..." Nope, I would never leave my readers hanging like that just to see if they will actually come back...hehe

Ok, that is about it for me. What did you not do? I would steer you on over to MckMama's but she is on a cruise right now so I do not know if she is going to put up a link. I guess it is worth a try. I mean she is probably in her room sulking right now because she is not having a wonderful time at all!

Have a wonderful Monday and enjoy your not me'ing!

Here I come to save the day...

Mmmm good. Finally got my DQ dipped cone today and boy was it good.

Last night was my highschool reunion. We went. It was fun. Not a lot of people from my graduating class there though. It was a combined reunion of sorts. Everyone who had ever graduated from my small school was invited. I would say there were maybe around 50ish people there. I did not know all of them, recognized quite a few though. One of my BFFs was there with her husband and little girl, another was supposed to come but for some reason did not show up nor did she call. I do not know what is up with that. Quite a few faces that I had not seen in years, some I see fairly often. It was great to see them though, I think we should do it again sometime.

The (we will call it a party because I do not think it was a formal reunion) reunion was at a (I am not sure if you call it a bar) place on the lake. They play music and sell drinks so maybe it is a bar...well, they have food too. Humm, I wonder. Anyway, back to the story, there is a point I am trying to make here believe it or not. My parents came over to watch the kiddos and we left around 5:30 for dinner, mmm sushi. (insert the licking of my lips here) We made it out to the party around 7:15ish and finally decided to go in around 7:35. Said hello to a few people and had a seat by the door, you know...the welcoming committee. There was smoking and drinking to be done...(woah there, not by us...calm down) We are not smokers or drinkers. We have an occasional (would it qualify as occasional if I do not remember the last drink I had because it was many YEARS ago?) drink but just really have no interest in it. Geez, I sound like an old lady. Back to my point...ADHD (did you see that rabbit? LOL) There was a lot of smoking. I cannot stand smoke, makes my eyes hurt, makes my throat hurt, makes me just feel crummy. The company was good so we tolerated it. People continued coming until we were ready to leave but as some were coming, others were leaving. We left a little before midnight, had to get home before we turned into pumpkins.

I guess I probably went to bed somewhere after 1am because I had been texting friends who were too chicken to come (not mentioning any names...hehe) to fill them in on the nights happenings. By the time I went to sleep, I was beat. I could hardly hold my eyes open any longer. Tutti-Frutti woke me up at 5:30 that morning so it had been a looong day already. He has been getting up so dang early and for no apparent reason. Of course when he wakes up, Boog wakes up and there is no hope for a nap. Ugg...

I woke up with the most horrid headache I have had in a while. I honestly felt like I was hung over, like I had drank and partied all night long. And I can honestly tell you that all I had to drink was water at dinner. I have felt horrid all day. Took a shower, that didn't help, someone would not take a nap, that didn't help. A few others were being loud, that did not help. All I can come up with is that it must have been the smoke. Which puts a very important piece in a puzzle that I had not thought about in years...I do not think it was the vodka causing the headaches afterall! LOL. Back in the day, when I would have a little bit more than the occasional drink, one of my favorites was vodka sweet and sours. I would have one or so and wake up feeling like I was going to die. Worst hangover in history. I never could figure out what the deal was because I could drink anything else and never have an issue. But thinking back, I think it must have been the smoke. Too bad I do not drink...I could try out my theory. Nah...

So, after feeling like blah (you know what) all day, I finally drug myself and 3/4 of the kids out and we drove thru the Taco Bell over by the house. I thought maybe eating and some Dr Pepper might do the trick...I felt a little better. I thought for a minute and decided it would be nice of me to take the kids thru DQ for a treat...got a dipped cone and I must say I feel much better now! Thanks DQ, I think your new motto should be, "Here I come to save the day!"

Oh yea...forgot to mention that the kids were all still in their pjs, I have on sweats a tshirt and boots. What's the harm in that, right? We were only going thru the drive thru, right? We would not see anyone, right? Made it thru Taco Bell...got to DQ, the line was horrible so I thought...I will not see anyone I know, right?

To be continued...

Silly boy...

Last week Boog brought home an Epiphany candle from school. We are supposed to light it each night at dinner, say a prayer and each say something we are thankful for. It has been a neat thing to do with the children. Seeing what each of them has to say is heartwarming. Boog has been the funny thankful one, he is not really at the age to understand what being thankful is all about, he knows that he is thankful for material things but thinks it is somewhat funny when you list people as what you are thankful for.

Anyway, we have been lighting the candle each night and everyone continues to have nice things to say. Boog is always the one that blows the candle out after dinner. I guess somehow or some time in the last few days we had been discussing his birthday (which by the way is not until the middle/end of April) and he thought about it when we were sitting down to start dinner. As I was lighting the candle, he asked us if we were going to sing Happy Birthday to him. We all snickered and told him that it was not his birthday, to which he responded that it is almost his birthday...

Needless to say, here we are in the beginning of January, singing Happy Birthday Dear Boog...it made his day.

We have such a silly boy. Of course, Daddy's birthday is a week before Boog's so we asked if we could sing to Daddy first. Nah, that was not happening. That kid is too funny.

Ice Skating...take 1

The weekend after Christmas, we took the boys ice skating. I was all geared up and ready to take them before, but the weather was bad and the little one was still sick. Then I thought Christmas Eve or Christmas night would be good but we ended up missing those too. So...Sunday after Christmas, we picked Daddy up from work and went on our merry way. Thinking back, we should have waited until Monday and picked him up. The place was packed so Monday would have probably been a better choice.

Stepping down on to the ice, notice the sign to the left. Ha! They have no idea!



There were so many people, it was hard to get focused on my family to get a shot. But, here are a few...strange people and all. Sour Apple, concentrating hard.



Daddy and Boog.



again



Looks like he is miserable! He assured us he was having fun though.



The had a small square of blocked off ice for the little folks. Boog loved playing in there. He was getting really good and working the skates.



I am sure if we lived somewhere where we could do this more often, he would get really good, fast.



He had a blast!



This one just sat and watched...and got cold hands.



Fun times!



He even liked to fall I think.



Those are some big ole skates!



Daddy



Go Daddy!



Daddy and the big boy.



I can't find my hands!



Looks like I am really moving along!



He would be really good too. He did quite well too considering it has been years since we have been.



Me? Well, my feet hurt...and I was afraid to fall. I did pretty well too though, considering. I was more afraid of little kids falling in front of me. There was no way I could stop.



Boog decided that he could even skate out there without holding our hands. Until this little girl came skidding into him. I grabbed her, a man beside me grabbed Boog, neither of them were hurt thankfully, but it scared Boog.



After skating, we walked around the park to check things out and look for a place to eat. Something smelled wonderful. We never found out what it was though. The little burger joint was super expensive so we decided to leave and get something on the way home. But while we were there looking around, we were approached by a homeless guy, asking for money. He told us his story, how he had gotten in this prediciment and a few other things about himself. My husband only had $2 on him thankfully. I am always weary about handing out cash, so I offered to just buy him dinner. You could tell he was thankful. He inhaled half the food while we were still there, my husband talked to him a bit more while I got the food. I think he did not want to seem to eager to inhale it all but I am pretty sure he did after we left. It was obvious he had not eaten in a while. I cannot imagine being in that place. It broke my heart. It was a great teaching moment for the kids and I am glad my husband is the giving man that he is so that our kids will grow up watching a man that has compassion for others.

It has been super cold around here this last week (we love it!) and I have received several emails from groups that I have been a part of, asking for donations of coats, sleeping bags, blankets and such. One group was donating to the Salvation Army for the homeless and another was donating to a homeless shelter. I took in 4 adult sleeping bags and 2 child sized ones. I have been thinking a lot about our homeless friend and hoping and praying all is well with him. He truly seems like a guy that was at the wrong place at the wrong time and some bad things have happened recently. I hope he was able to find a warm place to stay.