Big Kids.

We have some Hawkeye football players that live across the street from us. You can see, they're really just a bunch of boys. I snuck to the window and covertly snapped this picture of them making this huge snowman. It's a good 15 feet tall. They are a source of constant amusement to us and we spy on them all the time. I won't get into all their shenanigans, but they're hilarious.

Poor Wittle Baby.

Joe came home from work all sad because he got a "boo-boo" at work. He showed it to me and I said, "What did you do?" He said he hurt his finger on a three ring binder. There was about a 3 second silence before we all burst out laughing. He was mocked. Badly. He quickly changed his story to involve a forklift delivering the binder to him or something to that effect. (That's for you, Don!).

What A Deal!

I've been looking for the perfect accessory to go in this little niche. I found this on the 80% off rack at Hobby Lobby. It's amazing how life-like it is. I haven't decided if it's a keeper. I still have my receipt.

Little Ballerina Girl.

Several weeks ago, Lily and I caught the tail end of a production of The Nutcracker on PBS one night. We danced and danced around the room. Good thing no one else was there! She's talked of it ever since. So when I saw this at Target for $5, I couldn't resist.

Speaking of resistance, this is what I came up against when I was ready to put in the DVD.
There was some kicking, screaming, but I finally got them both wrestled to the ground. A mom's got to do what a mom's got to do. Then I realize this whole time Lily has mysteriously disappeared....
Oh, there she is....she was just gettig herself ready.

Pay no attention the boy sitting attentively behind his sister. He was NOT there. He did NOT watch it. He did NOT enjoy it. It's a figment of your imagination.

Poor Kids.

With a last name like ours, the poor kids really have to work on learning to spell it correctly. Noah has finally mastered it and has decided that Lily needs to know it as well. Never mind that she doesn't know how to spell "Lily". We're going right for the hardstuff. So, when you ask her how to spell her last name, she says, "C-C-C-R-R-R". She's getting there...I'll give her a few more years.

I'm Starting To Get Fussy.

Mothers are mourning and gnashing their teeth in misery all across this forsaken city. 5 consecutive days off is just...too much. I think we're supposed to get some more snow tonight. Reading my friends blog today, she posted how her daughters are still singing their Christmas songs. Just yesterday, Lily was belting out a rousing rendition of "Jingle Bells". Poor thing can't think of anything else to sing but songs about dashing through the snow. When I asked her to pick out a book to read today she came back with a little book about Noah's Ark and she said, "I pick Santa's Boat." I think it was the beard. And the 5 feet of snow outside. And the frgid temperature. Spring, I beg you. Please. We need you. Badly.

Guess That Mess.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen. It's time for our favorite blog game...Guess That Mess!! This one stars a very "sweet" Lily Margaret. Can you guess what that wonderful goo is?

It's chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven!!!....guaranteed to ooze and gooze everywhere. And it looks like she's saving a little "bit" for later. Good move, Lily! Thanks for playing Guess That Mess!