Handsome Boys and Lacy Ladies

I can only wonder what you might have guessed I meant with that title.  Probably you guessed I was going to write about the handsome boys that live in our home and perhaps the lacy dress-ups the girls have been wearing of late.  But you would be wrong.

Today Haylee was singing this:  "I wish I had a nickel, I wish I had a dime. I wish I had a handsome boy to love me all the time..."

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?

Never mind that I may or may not recall chasing boys to kiss them on the playground in the 2nd grade.  Things are different now.  I am the mother.  She is the daughter.  I am not ready for boys and kissing and "love me all the times"!  Not that this has been our first encounter with warmish feelings toward the opposite sex.  But hearing her sing about it...Ah!!!

Speaking of love (it is Valentine's day soon right?) Cambree has been bitten  by the bug too.  Yes!  My sweet (rarely) little, innocent (hardly) kindergartner!  She has been telling us all about how her buddy (guess he's more than a buddy) Aiden is going to be her husband, about how she is in love with Aiden, about how Aiden is her

one true love.

Believe it folks.

Also today, Cambree decided to pull out the Des News and get caught up on current events.  More power to her, I think.  Although she will probably only be able to understand an (ever growing) handful of words.  No sooner had she gotten to page 3f that I hear exclamations of

"OOH! Lacy ladies!"

and 

"Missionaries fighting"

and

"OH, look at these bad dudes!"

Not really what I want my 5 year old focusing in on.  Mostly the lacy ladies bit.  I guess I forgot the newspaper contained pictures.

And then there's this little guy. He is finally feeling better.  Finally.  And we are finally seeing the old Luke back.  HOORAY!  What a character, this one.  Thinks he's so funny.  It is close to impossible to keep this one still.  It was a strange, albeit sweet, feeling to be able to cuddle so much with this one when he was sick because well, there is no cuddling these days.

You ever have those moments, or days, when you get a kick in the pants letting you know that your kids are growing up?  Kind of like an "Ah ha"  moment but more along the lines of "Wait!  NO! Slow down!"

A Likeness

The other day BJ went running outside.  It was cold and snowy.  His sweat froze on his facial hair.

The other other day I was reading a book to Luke and one of the pictures reminded me of my hairy husband.  Luke thought so too.

What do you think? 

Is there a resemblance?

Weather

Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while. 
-Kin Hubbard

Ah, so true. 

We have had some snow this January.  Many of the big storms have missed us or we could have had more.  We've had 2-ish feet of snow at different times in the middle of the yard (or just past my knees) but the piles near the road and driveway have been 4 and 5 ft plus.  Wow, eh?

Here's a fact.  We do not own a snow blower   There are 2 or 3 other people on our street that don't either but we nonsnowblowerowners are definitely in the minority up here.  Here's  another fact.  I enjoy shoveling snow.  For the  most part anyway.  I like to get out in the crisp, cold air and make our driveway clean.  Lately though, I've had to get creative in where I dump the snow.  It is VERY difficult to lift a shovel full of snow higher than your head.  Luckily, we've had snowblowingowner neighbors that have helped us out this winter on occasion.  A blessing.  Especially upon returning home after being gone for 2 days and not being able to get close to the driveway.  And when I had 3 sick kids and just couldn't get out of the house.  Oh wait, that was just 3 days ago.

3 sick kids.  

Is there anything as horrible as that?  Wait, I've got one.  What about 1 really super duper sick baby and 2 girls that are better enough to start arguing and fighting allllll the time?  This past week (and the week I have ahead of me) are not really days to remember if you catch my meaning.   But a couple weeks ago playing in the snow?  Those were days to remember.

I didn't have any boots for Luke so he had about 8 pairs of socks on and since the pink snow pants were a little long, his feet stayed warm and toasty.  He wasn't so sure of the snow at first.  But then tolerated it.

Our view. 

Poor kid could barely move through all his layers.  He pretty much just stayed wherever he was put. But he tried.

These pictures (below) are from a visit out to my sister's house for nephew Cameron's bday.  It was sooooo cold that day.  But as the troopers we were, we braved the cold to sled with cousins.

Bree tried to take Rosie for a walk.