A little of this...

 

So like a lot of you, we’ve had snow on and off. Seems like every time we get it all shoveled off, here comes some more snow. Sometimes it’s light and fluffy but we’ve had some that is very wet and exhausting to clear off. We also get our fair share of wind, so it tends to drift. Like the tumbleweeds of dog hair I find throughout the house, but that’s another story for another time.

I do like freezy trees, though! So neat to come out some mornings and see the fine, fuzzy ice on everything. 

I’ve looked like poor Ralphie from “A Christmas Story” for a long time now. Dada and I walked at least two miles almost every day in January, and were fine for almost all of those walks. There were two days which were miserable when we had Forrest Gump-ish sleet in the sense that it came from every direction. One star. Would not recommend.

The dogs don’t even want to stay out now, not because of the snow, but because their paws frizzer. Bosley loves to lope through the snow, but the poor guy stands out there one paw lifted at a time to warm up. I wonder if conversely he is too warm all tucked in his bed hence the paw out here?

This wasn’t taken today, but looks almost exactly like what I’m seeing out there now. 

I forgot to take a picture of it, but my rear driver’s side tire picked up a screw and was flat last week while Dada was out of town for work. Normally, I could hop into our other vehicle but it had a dead battery. Good old AAA to the rescue. I had the kindest man show up to help who not only fixed what he could, but gave excellent advice and pointers for the future. He cautioned that the screw might be too close to the sidewall to patch, which was exactly the case when we got the spare on and got it into the shop. Always nice to work with professionals. 

One new battery and one new tire later, life is good! Cold, but good. And just in time for more snow. Yaaaaaay.

Stay warm, everybody!

Moon, moon, pretty moon, with two eyes, a nose, and a smile... (and other stuff)

Did anyone get to see the fancy schmancy moon last night? We got to see it at about half and then a tiny sliver and then the clouds took over and we haven't seen it since. I've seen photos by friends of friends that are terrific, but we just weren't in a good spot, apparently. 

Anyhoo, it was another whirlwind weekend. Friday afternoon our poor Pepe the Pilot was scheduled to have a tire checked out as it had been losing air. On my way to our Honda dealer, two separate Good Samaritans pulled alongside me to let me know it was flat. Once I got there, I was sadly informed that there was a hole in the sidewall and it was irreparable. We knew we were in the market for tires anyway, so it came as no surprise, really. 

Once Pepe was all fixed up and road-tested and reset, I headed home, a bit too late to get the Thingz to karate. We went to the park to meet the rest of our home group and the kids had a great evening running around into dark. 

Saturday morning meant we had to get up and make up the karate class we missed on Friday, so up we got and did class. Then we raced home to finish packing for Boy Scout camping down the road at the historical museum. I made several trips back to our house to feed the dog, put the dog away for the night, let the dog out first thing Sunday morning, etc. I got back in time for tear-down and breakfast:

That was the line for pancakes, sausage, hot chocolate, juice, milk, and coffee. 

I forgot to mention there was some of this the night before:

This is the hot dog, the uncooked hot dog, that this child snatched from the table and began to eat, along with his bread.

Whose children are these anyway?

Said hot dog was snatched back, stuck on the above grill, and cooked as it was supposed to be, then returned to above child. What a nut.

Speaking of nuts, and seeds, this child found these:

And learned that they're way easier to cast if they're dry and fluffy instead of matted together straight out of the pod. It didn't stop her from spreading them with glee, it just slowed her down. I suppose she is her mother's child.

Oh, no, she can't be, because check out what she found in the creek behind the house once we got home:

Yes, that would be a bin full of snails. I ask you...

And look at the mess on the porch from that girl and those boots! Good thing PaPa wasn't here. He'd have had canaries. 

I can't believe there's an entire post about Boy Scout camp with no pictures of the Boy Scout. Shameful. He was there, I swear, drinking cups of hot cocoa, throwing footballs, hollering to gazillions of other boys, and generally having a good time. 

They all want to go back.

They can go back with their father.