Monday, March 13, 2017
BELATED
Birthdays. Months ago. But I hardly touch my camera these days, which means I hardly ever remember to blog. My youngest two turned 2 and 3. Love these cute littles of mine, even with their overly bold personalities.
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
SANTA
"I'm totally going to post!" And then I don't. I feel so far behind, not to mention disconnected. Not carrying my camera with me everywhere has been a bless and a curse; I don't feel like a slave to photographing my family every day BUT I have hardly captured a thing. So, to catch up from last year, Santa came. Like literally came to our home. Some dear friends gifted us with a magical visit from the big man himself. He brought balls, bears, and bells for all of the littles, plus a little pop-up play tent to share. It was so fun to see the looks on the kids' faces as he jingled his way to the door and burst in with a loud, "Ho! Ho! Ho!" A couple of days later, Santa came again and toys were left by the tree for Christmas morning. Bikes and baby dolls for all. Pokemon and Strawberry Shortcake, too. It was a wonderful winter.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
SNOW DAY
Oops. I didn't anticipate a three week absence. But it has been a nice break from 365 and weekly blogging. On the other hand, several long overdue posts. Like this one.
A month ago, I surprised my littles with a trip to the snow. What an adventure that turned out to be. I purchased puffer jackets this year, knowing sweaters were not enough to keep us warm last year. I borrowed snow boots, knowing tennis shoes soaked immediately in the snow. And I doubled up on gloves, knowing frozen fingers put a quick end to any fun. We were fully prepared. I even purchased a couple of sleds when we hit Payson. What I didn't anticipate was a lack of snow. Payson - no snow. Pine - no snow. On top of the Rim - no snow. It was such a let down. Instead of returning home, I headed west for Flagstaff. Slowly, we began to see evidence of snow. It wasn't until we were on the road for Snowbowl that there were decent amounts. Up the mountain we headed. We circled the lots at the top a couple of times before settling on a spot. We ate a quick lunch in the car and then donned our gear. The kids had a blast. Throwing snowballs. Making snow angels. Playing snow tag. We played for about two hours before the cold finally got to us and we were ready to leave. I love this tradition of ours - and I love that the mr.'s sister is part of it.
A month ago, I surprised my littles with a trip to the snow. What an adventure that turned out to be. I purchased puffer jackets this year, knowing sweaters were not enough to keep us warm last year. I borrowed snow boots, knowing tennis shoes soaked immediately in the snow. And I doubled up on gloves, knowing frozen fingers put a quick end to any fun. We were fully prepared. I even purchased a couple of sleds when we hit Payson. What I didn't anticipate was a lack of snow. Payson - no snow. Pine - no snow. On top of the Rim - no snow. It was such a let down. Instead of returning home, I headed west for Flagstaff. Slowly, we began to see evidence of snow. It wasn't until we were on the road for Snowbowl that there were decent amounts. Up the mountain we headed. We circled the lots at the top a couple of times before settling on a spot. We ate a quick lunch in the car and then donned our gear. The kids had a blast. Throwing snowballs. Making snow angels. Playing snow tag. We played for about two hours before the cold finally got to us and we were ready to leave. I love this tradition of ours - and I love that the mr.'s sister is part of it.
