That may be a touch dramatic, but I feel like we quickly went from eating popscicles outside to almost becoming popscicles outside, with no great Autumn sandwiched in between to ease us into the bone chilling cold we feel here.
We have two “winter precipitation events” headed our way and I’m sorry, but I just can’t have Finn’s exhuberant reaction when he heard the word S-N-O-W. Maybe if I could be guaranteed to be home and not have to get out in it… I am thankful none of us are driving 30 miles to work/school. That eases stress. I’m also ecstatic that we were finally able to get the garage sorted out from the move and we can now park in there. One school morning of scraping ice off the car was enough to motivate us to kick into high gear on that front.
So living here and having Mia settled in at school (and being able to finally park in the garage), things are slowly getting into a routine and we’re finding our new normal. Even if that does mean snow in November. So wrong…
We celebrated Mark’s birthday this week, in a way only a 6 and almost 4 year old could dream up: donuts for breakfast and Chick-fil-a for dinner. They each picked their presents all by themselves: one picked a fancy disposable razor and one picked a “build-on brick” mug, basically a Lego mug that you can build all kinds of stuff out of/onto. Bet you can figure out who gave what. Ha, so match their personalities. (Unfortunately, Mark has yet to be able to use one of his gifts – Finn calls it his Lego coffee.). If you asked Mark, I think he would say it was all perfect.
They’re practically teenagers:
planning great celebrations
and wearing huge shoes.
But they’re still just so fun.
We were waiting for her prescription (ear infection and respiratory stuff) and she was watching herself dance on the screen, couldn’t get any better than this blur of a picture. Yes, she is sick. Oh the wonders of ibuprofen.
Now to get some rest because they sure don’t sleep in like teenagers.