Playing photographic catch up

Here are a few shots I found on my storage drives...I really need to go through and catalog everything...when I have a minute...in 20 years time. One afternoon when the temperature was -15C (freaking cold in Fahrenheit), we asked T if she wanted to go for a walk...bad idea because she said yes! So we bundled ourselves up and walked to the local park. Let's just say, R wasn't impressed.

Yes, I know she shouldn't be swinging on a cold swing but you tell her that!

Really? Did you have to suggest a walk? Next time think before you open your mouth!

Half way through the time at the park, I gave up and decided to back home so this is an ultrazoom shot. Unfortunately for my frozen fingers, I got sidetracked taking winter shots of the pine trees.... Moving on, our big snowfall. Finally in January, we finally got a decent snow fall. There were massive snowflakes everywhere. R wasn't too into being outside but T couldn't get enough of it.

The hat looked cute in the store, maybe next year it will fit.

Look at what I built! In case you are wondering that's a snowman...

I'm going to have to get better mitts next winter....

Okay, now I'm getting cold.

Hi Mom, yes there is still green grass under the two inches of snow...

The requisite snowangel by my little angel (the other little angel was tucked in his carseat, covered in blankets).

I've been trying to get shots of clothes that T and R have worn that I particularly loved. This jacket I bought at a yard sale and despite T not having the chance to wear it much (it was either too big or too small when it was the right weather to wear it in), I still wanted a good shot of it!

These are the frames that eventually where painted green, pink and blue (and decorated with lots of flowers). The marker just wouldn't dry...

These are T's crafts from Thanksgiving and Christmas. The lamb figured prominently in her Christmas pagent. Each kid held their lamb and sang a song (don't ask me the title of the song but it was about a lamb and not Mary's)

Meet T the conquerer and her side kick Stunned like a Deer in the Headlights!

Coz every girl's crazy for a sharp dressed man!

Yes, yes. I've been shirking my duty at posting but its been a busy couple of months.

As some of you know, R was hospitalized with broncholitis as a result of contracting RSV (you can google RSV for a defnition; basically its a very bad upper chest cold). The short version is that he couldn't breathe due to thick mucus in his lungs so he couldn't breathe much less eat and he became dehydrated.

The whole house got knocked on our collective behinds with that virus. R and I got it last. The staff at the hospital kept threatening to admit me as a patient too! Every day for a week, I would go extremely hoarse at precisely 5pm. I think it was mainly due to the super dry air we have had here in Kansas.

I'm sure I've got some up to date photos of T squirreled away somewhere on my hard drive but I took these today of R and they are freaking cute if I do say so myself. I just had to share.

When R was born, we discovered he had a stork bite (the big red splotch on his forehead). T had one in the same spot but it wasn't as pronounced as R's. Its been getting less noticeable as he's aged but he's recently discovered his voice so when he starts to screech, the stork bite glows bright red. Or whenever he gets upset, its like a big red stop light.

Anyways, I started collecting hats for him shortly after his birth and here are a couple of examples. The blue one is one I had for T when she was little.

I've always loved fedoras and the like on little boys. It was all I could do to keep R from eating the brown one which is way the shots aren't as clear as the page boy hat. For whatever reason, he kept that one on longer.

It was a spur of the moment fashion shoot so his shirt was the wrong colour. Not to much that he is drooling up a storm. His two front teeth STILL haven't come completely through even though he has been working on them for nearly 6 weeks!

The time change has completely knocked me out of commission this week so I better sign off as we've got a busy day ahead and March Break is next week! No school, not looking forward to that. That also means, 3 weeks to T's 4th birthday and nearly 8 until R's 1st! Where has the time gone?

A lesson on how not to use safety scissors

Apparently its just not allowed to have a quiet night at home at our house.

Friday was a busy day. T, R and I spent the better part of the day helping my moms group get ready for a fundraising yard sale, scheduled for Saturday.

T was amazingly good. There were two other kids from her class there so the three of them played while we sorted and tagged items. By 3pm I was done. I just wanted to go to home, eat and go to bed. Fat chance that was going to happen, seeing as I was a single parent as S had a guy's night out planned.

On the way home, T and I talked about what we would do this weekend. I said we needed to get T's haircut. Of course, T immediately agreed because she'd get a lady pop afterwards. She is very rewards based that one.

After we got home, we had to run out and get dinner. Friday at our house is take out night. Since S had a poker game on the east side (about 30 minutes away), he was getting ready to leave. T asked for Mickey D's. How could I refuse after she'd been such a good kid all day? I got sushi.

S left while I was feeding R. After R was fed, he sat on the floor playing while T picked at her dinner. She had grabbed her safety scissors to open her fairy Barbie Happy Meal toy. No problem, she'd done it before and it would save a battle if I let her do it.

I was happily munching on my California roll when she walked over to the garbage. I asked her what she was throwing out. I figured it was just the wrapper to her toy.

She had that classic look of a cat who ate the canary look. "Don't look at me!" she said. History has proven that when she says that, she's done something she doesn't want me to see. That something is usually not so good.

I swiveled around long enough to see a wad (a large one) of long blond locks of hair in her hand. I knew it wasn't from a doll. She'd cut her own hair. She just couldn't wait until Sunday.

I got mad. What parent wouldn't? T agreed to never do that again. At first glance, I couldn't tell where she'd cut it but today at the hairdresser's it was pretty evident.

If there is any blessings to come out of this misshap, at least she didn't cut R's hair or cut her hair in the front, only the top and back. She only cut wherever she could hold her hair up while she held the scissors in her other hand. It could have been so much worse....I think.

From now on the craft scissors are for craft time only.