Sunday, January 23, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
We forced Bridget to wear a sweater. And then Juston thought a bib would be a nice addition (edit: i can't believe i put "edition". smh.) to the ensemble. I'm pretty sure she hates us.
Here's a bad, low-light photo of the early stages of the snow at around 11 PM Sunday night.
Harper just wanted a wagon ride. I eventually gave in and pulled her along the road, which was basically a bunch of ice. (That, and she whined and gave me some stink eye until I caved in.)
The rosemary never dies!
Since we are low on milk and bread, we might have to pull the wagon to the grocery store tomorrow; it's only about half a mile away. Juston's work has already issued an announcement for employees to call in at 10 AM and find out the final status for tomorrow, so it looks like he at least gets another sleep in due to the weather. (Maybe he'll get the priviledge of staying home to finish insulating the floors.) And that's day #2 of marathon training shot since I'm not about to run on solid ice and I can't drive to get to the gym (not that it's open anyway.) Oh well! Might as well stay home and eat cookies. :)
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Harper really wanted to be in her 'ride' today. Every time I took her out of the stroller, she cried.
Frankie spent a good portion of the morning with his binoculars glued to his face.
"In all the world, my nest is best!"
He 'cheeseburger'd' for me.
This is the calm before the storm; she was scared once the train started and wailed a bit, especially in the tunnel.
I even splurged and let the kids ride on the carousel. Well, at least one of them had a good time, right? (There are no photos of Harper as I had to ride with her to keep her from having a meltdown.)
There is no photographic proof of our shamefully non-nutritive lunch.
After lunch, I took the kids outside for a walk/ride since it was such a nice day. It went fine for awhile until Frankie started to have a breakdown roughly half a mile away from home. It was a long walk back.
Harper gets the best deal of the bunch - no work involved!
Thanks, Santa, for the orange bike (Frankie was very adament about getting an 'orange' bike.) No thanks, City of Atlanta, for the terribly dilapidated century-old brick sidewalks in our neighborhood. They would be charming if they weren't in disrepair; as it is, they are terribly frustrating to a four-year-old trying to learn to ride a bicycle.
When we got home, Harper put on the binoculars and plopped herself into the green chair; obviously, she was quite pleased with herself.
We did some cape time; Frankie spent some of his on the floor, lamenting life.
Somebody get this boy some thumguards. We're seriously at our wits end with the thumb sucking; I'm mentally prepping for years and years of braces.