They say this year will be a record-breaker for snow in New England. Personally I’m pretty much done with it, but Bobo absolutely loves it. He is such a snow baby! Lucky for him we’re supposed to get another foot tomorrow (after 6 inches today!). That groundhog better give us some good news tomorrow!
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Probably the biggest present Bobo got this year was a giant and awesome play kitchen that inspires real kitchen envy from me. It’s so nice and pretty and I very much want a mommy version! He didn’t open it on Christmas day, so he had a while in between presents to sort of extend Christmas out a bit. Plus, this thing required a lot of set-up. You can see that from the two separate boxes! Which Bobo loved playing in, of course… Finally with Grampy’s help it got set up, and is now sitting in our living room taking up…
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No snow here yet but this video sure puts me in the mood to go sledding! And also makes me want to curl up by a fire, brrrrr!
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Friday was our library’s annual Christmas Tree Lighting, and of course Santa was there to do the honors and then ask all the little munchkins what they wanted. Bobo was sitting on him so nicely with his hands folded so sweet, and ventured to ask for Thomas trains and a Mickey Mouse toy. He was so well-behaved and looked adorable, so cute that a lady from the newspaper had to write down his name because she was sure the picture she took of him ‘was a keeper’. I’ll be checking tomorrow to see if he’s in there of course!
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The New York Sun, September 21, 1897 We take pleasure in answering at once and thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of THE SUN: “Dear Editor: I am 8 years old.“Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.“Papa says ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’“Please tell me the truth; Is there a Santa Claus? “Virginia O’Hanlon.“115 West Ninety-Fifth Street.” Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do…
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When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And all my toys beside me lay, To keep me happy all the day. And sometimes for an hour or so I watched my leaden soldiers go, With different uniforms and drills, Among the bed-clothes, through the hills; And sometimes sent my ships in fleets All up and down among the sheets; Or brought my trees and houses out, And planted cities all about. I was the giant great and still That sits upon the pillow-hill, And sees before him, dale and plain, The pleasant land…
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Okay here is something recent I found in my gmail! Pics from my BlackBerry… these were taken late October when they wisely had a carnival in our town. It was *freezing* and pretty much no one went! But we did, and we had a (mostly, tantrums aside) good time. We pigged out on fried dough, Bobo got a big old fair hotdog that he ate in 3 seconds flat, watched Bobo and Julie get stuck on the giant slide and then them close it down due to condensation, had Bobo go on the train ride all by himself, played whack-a-mole…
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Since I’m apparently incapable of sitting down to update… here are some pics from JULY that my dad emailed me! These are huge if you click on them. Saved the best for last, love it! I promise I will get around to putting up summer and fall, before Christmas I hope! I have to order Snapfish prints anyway, I’d love to do some scrapbooking over the holidays… maybe after Nanowrimo (as if I’ll finish that anyway!). Love!
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Arin getting a ride through the wonderland of woodland trails behind my mom’s house. After her yard ends there are wide trails that four wheelers make occasional use of, which eventually lead to the pipeline and a large river. We used to explore the area all the time growing up, and it was fun to take Bobo out there for a walk and I hope to do it more often. The only trouble is we have terrible ticks, but for enchanted moments like this it is worth it.
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I have a confession…. I am super obsessed with this little adorable creature! I honestly think he is the handsomest boy in the whole wide world and I’m so lucky I get to spend every day with him (even if he might also be the naughtiest)! I have another confession…. Sometimes, I give in when he reasons with me, ‘but you can paint my nails too, mommy!’ and holds out his little teeny fingers. Look, it’s brownish grey, that’s a manly color right?? Plus, rock stars wear nail polish. He’s going to be a doctor, so he might as well…
