We discussed just tossing Mason off our deck (we were on the ground floor) to play in the snow. Then my dad asked how deep the snow was and would it be over his head. Mason piped up "Yeah, check. I don't want to die." We all laughed and laughed. We're sick. We didn't do it, cause we did check and it was over his head.
Mason and Lin giving snow the old college try. Minutes later they were in the house asking for hot chocolate and playing with Lincoln Logs.
Santa brought Lin a Kaya doll from the United States Pre-Womyn collection. She studied Lewis & Clark last year and has really been begging for this doll. I was impressed that she immediately identified all the food and tools and knew how they were used and what their role was in Native American culture.
We rake up between 75 and 100 bags of leaves of year. And by we, I mean Bert and his rake.
Mace and Lin in a makeshift shelter, just in case we couldn't make it on the 2K hike.
Look! Rory put this cool widget on our dashboard that lets us watch YouTube videos full screen. That's Kenny Rogers circa 1972.
Lured by the music of the ice cream truck, the kids left the chilly pool, headed to end of the drive way and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally we took pity on their little bodies and went to the grocery store and bought drumsticks.
Another damn cat photo. Fonzie, strap on this skis yet again, time to jump that shark.
This is the little kitty who made me remember why I loved pets.
This is the one of only two toys I have from my childhood. When I was in my 20's, I told my mother to give them away. Sigh.
This "little person" somehow survived the purge. When my grandmother died, I found him among her things. He was probably forgotten after some weekend visit.
My children never seemed to click with "the little people". I can remember my sister and I spending hours with them in our basement playroom.
