The snow days are not good for a Champion Procrastinator like myself. When you put off everything to the last possible moment and then have that "moment" stolen from you by school calling snow days (seemingly every other day) you find yourself dropping even more (snow) balls than usual. On the other hand you do get to cross a lot of things off the "to do" list although only because its now too late "to do" them.
This was Monday
(don't know why that one is the wrong way round)
and then this was today. There have been multiple prior snowy days but I'll spare you the pics.
Are you seeing a theme? A snowy theme? Apparently we have more of this to look forward to at the weekend. I will admit that it is very pretty when its falling and even prettier 24 hours later when the sun comes out and everything is all sparkely and white. However, the shoveling a path out of the house whilst trying to wrangle 3 small children does get old fast. I better stop my grumbling right there though because I'll take any amount of snow as long as the power doesn't go out and so far this year (please don't let me jinx myself) the lights have stayed on, thank you, thank you beautiful power lines.
Also, even a snow grouch like me has to admit that it is pretty fab to get a Snow Day on your Birthday! Today Loopy Loops turned 9. I'm still a little bit in denial at the number 9, surely its only been 12, maybe 24 months since we got home from China?
It doesn't get any better than a Snow/Birthday bed movie watching marathon, starting with 101 Dalmatians, ooooh that Cruella is a wicked one.
A feeble attempt at smiling for the camera.
On to the main event, Birthday cup cakes!
(again not sure why its the wrong way round)
Happy Birthday Sweet Baby Girl, may all your wishes come true (apart from the one about wanting 21 pet mice).
(apologies for my singing, dreadful even by my horriby out of tune standards)
This was Posy's face upon bowling a gutter ball (one of many) today but I thought it was also fitting for this last post of NombyPomby. It was touch and go but I made it, admittedly by taking Slacker Blogging to new depths but still I did post every day in November. We already established that a photo is a post right? I said I'd do it and I did, "Go Me!" Sad to say it is one of my few achievements of late.
Whoever came up with this Throwback Thursday thing is a genius! I can slap up a photo and call it a post, just like I've done for the last 27 days except on a Thursday I can call it Throwback and pretend its not because I'm a terrible blogger.
So this one is from Thanksgiving last year at one of the huge casinos near us, because nothing says Thanksgiving like patronizing your local Native American owned Casino.
Judging by the short sleeves it must have been a lot warmer this time last year, it was flipping freezing today. Wishing everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving!
Posy and Beau really, really wanted to bring them home, or at least invite them to dance at a Snow Ball (snow ball, snow men, snow ball, guffaw, guffaw). I believe I heard mention of double wedding plans.
Lulu on the other hand was horrified at their so obvious and garish choice in Holiday Lawn Ornaments.
Simon point blank said "no" while I'm wondering if they might be on sale on Black Friday, come on Twin Snowmen! It doesn't get any cuter. Is this one of those times when I've lost all sense of what is acceptable festive decorating and what is an appalling lapse in judgement? Yeah, I thought it might be.
So Day 26 and I'm clearly in bad shape on the blogging front but I'm nothing if not stubborn, I said I'd complete NombyPlomby and finish it I will, damn it! Luckily for me I'm all about getting the children to do all the work and why should blogging be any different? Today I'm stealing from Beau.
Thia is the draft of a letter he wrote to the Troops. I asked him about the "please add more thoughts" comment in the margin and he told me that originally he had only written "Thank you for saving our country."* and really I can see why he thought he'd said it all at that point but I love the additional thoughts, the wish for a "great Christmas" and reminder to "stay safe" and best of all the "Have a good life." Can you say old soul, "Have a good life" who says that? It sounds like the last words of a father to his son/daughter, "think of me fondly and, above all, have a good life my son."
Which reminds me the other morning I had the radio on while I was trying to wrestle him into his socks and shoes, I always have it tuned to my beloved NPR but tend to turn it off once the kids are up because the news is so often filled with stories that are difficult for children but this morning it was still on and they were doing a story on Afganastan and how this year the Taliban are expected to extend their fighting season into the winter (when normally the harsh winter weather would bring a lull in the fighting). Beau picked up on the "fighting"
B. "are they fighting ?"
Me. "yes, they are."
B. thinking for a while "probably they are talking over the top of each other" (truer than he could know) "Like us at school when someone wants the same crayon and they say "Give me that color crayon" "No! I want that one" "NO! I want it" when they should share and ask nicely and listen and take turns" Oh Beau my little peace maker you are so right.
*I'm pretty sure he's referring to "saving" the US from the British as this is a theme that interests him greatly.
Beau's birthday wish was to go to Chuck the Cheese, well actually he wanted to have a birthday party there but I managed to talk him out of that insanity! So, despite having seen other parents reduced to tears at the mere mention of The house of Rat*, we promised we would take him this weekend and today was the day. I will admit that Simon and I both turned a little pale when we saw how full the car park was but we pressed on undeterred, like we had any choice with these 3 in the back seat squealing "Chuck E. Cheese!"
This is a typical Posy pose, I think she was going for the Popeye look. Here she is driving with her scary little rodent friend
The all important exchanging of tickets for plastic crap. Kudos for the Assistant for her patience as they slowly, slowly made their choices, did I say sloooowly.
I feared it would be an afternoon of torture but actually, despite the noise levels and the crowd, we all had a great time and most importantly it was exactly what the birthday boy wanted to do so a definite win.
* The company claims he is a mouse but he is clearly a rat. I don't think he has invaded the UK yet but its only a matter of time so brace yourselves.