Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Great Blizzard of 2010

What a crazy weekend. It started snowing late Friday, and the boys were beyond excited. "It snowing!!! It snowing!!" We raced outside. Here's Cooper, tasting the snowflakes, and Zach and Charlie trekking around in the blizzard.

Saturday morning, we had a grand total of about an inch and a half of the white stuff, and by 8:15 (a.m.), the boys were ready to go build snowmen. I dug through their closet and found two snowsuits that my friend Jill had given us. They fit Zach and Charlie perfectly (as modeled here),

but were way too big on the Coopster. Unfortunately, Cooper (Magellan) is the one who really needed the snowsuit. (While Zach doesn't like getting his hands dirty, Cooper never met a mudpit he didn't like (see previous blogs)). Anyway, here's what Cooper was forced to wear to brave the elements. He was not happy.

Yes, that is a duck costume. What can I say? It was one piece, warm, and fit very well over his pants and sweater. Stylish, too. I tried telling him he was like Gossie, but he wasn't buying it.

The two snowkids and the snowgosling lasted about 4 minutes in outside. Too cold, and Cooper just couldn't get over the fact that he was fowl. So everyone came back inside, and we spent the rest of our snowbound morning rocking on the water.

Brian was a good sport for sharing his pirate ship, but I had to send him to timeout when he made Cooper walk the plank.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


Zach and Charlie, and a few of the things they really need to take to bed with them (in addition to the numerous essential blankets and stuffed toys):

Zach and/or Charlie, 30 years from now:

Sunday, January 3, 2010


I'll preface this blog by telling everyone how much I love my mom. Without her help over the past 2+ years, no way I'd be sane. This is me and my fantabulous momma:

The other day, I found a book that someone had given the boys a while back. It had been inadvertently misplaced, and I was thrilled to find it. It's called "Mooses Come Walking," by Arlo Guthrie. I love this book.

The boys gathered on the couch with me to read this crazy looking book, about what happens when mooses look into people's windows at night.

Then we get to this page, the first page that shows a human:

And suddenly (with no provocation) the boys all got really excited and started pointing and squealing: "GWAMMY!!! I see GWAMMY!!!" They could not believe that this wonderful book starred their most wonderful grammy.

To this day, they think this book is about mooses looking into Grammy's window at night.

I told my mom not to take it too personally. Clearly the boys didn't notice that the person in the book only has eight fingers, is a dude, and LOOKS NOTHING LIKE HER. What can I say? They stick goldfish up their noses too.

Love you mom!