Froffy Snowmah

It has been the Year of the Snowman in our house this winter. Being blessed (or cursed, depending on your disposition) with an abundance of snow has alloted us many opportunities to build snowmen. B quickly fell in love with the entire process, from rolling the snow into big balls of ice, to making sure his snowmen were the best dressed (and warmest) on the block. When I asked him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas, he answered with a resounding "Froffy Snowmah". I had to explain to him that Frosty the Snowman would melt underneath the Christmas tree, and he agreed to let me read him the "snowman book" again for the zillionth time instead. I failed to take any photos of our frosty friends before they collapsed into a melted heap on the front yard, but I'm quite certain we'll be making plenty more. The snow just keeps on falling and we're not even into January yet! I hope everyone had a great Christmas and that you are looking forward to 2008.

Mirror, Mirror on the Ball

Who is the silliest one of all?

Sweet Melody

Or at least to HIS ears it is! D has become obsessed with wanting to play the guitar, and not just any guitar. It had to be a red electric guitar. I was thrilled to find this adorable (real) guitar online, and it arrived just in time for his birthday. It's been interesting to watch him gently pick it up, turn it on "not too loud", and strum the strings while singing made-up songs. D never does anything gently or "not too loud"!! This morning while I was upstairs getting dressed, I heard him playing yet another 'song' , but this time B was singing along. Music to a mother's ears.

Today I am FIVE

Our journey into Parenthood began FIVE years ago today. Where did the time go? How can my baby be such a big boy already? Cliche questions, yes. But when I look at these two photos, side by side, these are the phrases I can't seem to blink away. Five years ago I wore different glasses, had a few less smile lines etched on my face, and got to sleep in until 9am on weekends. Other than that, not much has changed about me. I still have the same winter jacket I wore to the hospital the night of my labor. My eyes are still green, I'm still the same height and weight, and I wear my hair the same way. D, on the other hand, has become an entirely different person. Once a tiny, helpless, dependent little baby, now he's an opinionated, talkative, lovable little 'guy'. His dark hair has lightened to a soft brown, his eyes changed from blue to green, and he's tall and lanky. I can barely carry him in my arms anymore, but that won't stop me from carrying him in my heart for a lifetime. Happy Birthday D!

Ummm....Yeah, no, I don't remember that.

I wanted to attach a photo with this post but forgot to download my pictures off my camera last night. Wouldn't it be nice if we could download our short-term memory onto a memory stick and keep it in our pocket? That way, anytime we forget something important, all we'd have to do is plug-in, and everything we could possibly need to remember would be spelled out in front of us. However, with the way things have been going lately, I'd forget the memory stick was in my pocket and throw it in the wash with the other laundry. Like I did with B's diaper a few weeks ago. Yeah, not such a great idea. The 'slimy diaper crystals' look is very unbecoming. Speaking of fashionable looks, a little girl collecting money outside of the grocery store yesterday had on cute purple glasses. I said "Hey, you've got purple glasses!" while pointing to my own. She smiled oddly as I placed some loose change in her container and wished her well. It wasn't until I was unloading the groceries into my car when, upon catching my reflection in the window, I realized I had on my BLACK frames that day. Ugh. So much for forming a kinship with the purple-framed-glasses-girl.

Last week I put a library book on my bookshelf thinking it was my own, only to receive a call from "Dave the library guy' one afternoon. He claimed he was calling to tell me the book was three weeks overdue, but I'm thinking he just needed someone to chat with. On Saturday, the boys and I were headed to a birthday party when I realized I didn't have D's EpiPen with me (which I never, ever, ever leave home without...or so I thought) and we had to turn around and drive all the way home to search for it. Luckily, I'm an earlybird, and still managed to get to the party before most of the other guests. I just hope I don't forget that D's birthday party is next Sunday. I'm not saying I'm unorganized, I just FORGET to look at my organizers on a regular basis. If I had, I would have remembered to go to my doctor appointment last Monday. And to make the boys a dentist appointment. And that it was my turn to bring the snack to D's class. You get the idea.