January Sucks

Seriously, this snow is just getting ridiculous.

We keep getting pounded. It is almost comedic. Except it really isn't, and there is simply no where left to put it.

Our driveway is fully shrunken, surrounded by piles of at least 5 feet of white depression.

Getting in and out of my driveway is a freak show. Turning on the roads is a fingers-crossed- please-don't-let-there-be-any-cars-behind-that-8-foot-mountain-of-snow-blocking-my-view experience.

Yesterday Allen stayed home. Because it took his boss 5 hours to drive into work. And he said he could.

We all went outside to build a snowman. Instead we sunk in our spots and declared ourselves stuck. Which prompted a massive snowball fight. That quickly turned into a wrestling match.

Resulting in Linley running into to the house to spare herself. Tessa watching giddily while caught in the crossfire. Ryder trying to keep up while busily observing his father's inappropriate snowball tactics. And me, soaking wet.

Hopefully our neighbors aren't fully concerned that my children are being raised by two bigger children. And surely they were pointing and laughing as they watched Allen bodyslam me into the snow. Twice.

Revenge is sweet fathead. You just wait.

And Ryder, you are not allowed to repeat anything you saw yesterday on your sister's. Or you will be in time out. Promise.

I love you Jimmer!!

New Years Eve

We had a Rocking New Years Eve. Because we are totally rad. And would not settle for anything less. Obviously.

We lit sparklers,

toasted to all our wishes coming true,

played games, counted down with Mr. Clark, and smooched at midnight.

Just as it should be.

Happy 2011.

Brittany, where the heck are you in all these posts??? I'm photographer next time!!

Sledding Success

Two days after Monday's sledding disaster, we made attempt #2 at butt-bruising fun. Minus Allen. He had to go back to work. Sucker.

These smiles: authentic. Ryder had a blast. Linley finally conquered her fears, and by the end of the day, was sledding all by her lonesome.

Even The Chubs got in on some sledding action.

That is what a day of sledding is suppose to look like. Thanks Hill's for letting us tag along, and playing photographer and pseudo father!! You guys rock my socks.

Happy New Year!!

We had a fun New Years Eve. But I can't get my grimy hands on the pictures, so that post will have to wait.

We had a pretty much perfect New Years Day.

Mostly because I got to sleep in. Until 9. It was awesome.

While Allen did a couple house projects, I took the big kids outside to play in the snow. Tessa watched us out the window. She was in snow lust. Poor child. We created this awesome snowman. The children are convinced it's their father. I suppose stranger things have happened.

Linley bored of snowplay, which left Ryder and I alone to build an igloo.

Our roof was coming along fabulously. I was envisioning sipping hot cocoa engulfed in our snow cave. I was impressed with our skills. I was singing our praises. Ryder was convinced we were the two most radical people on the planet. Then this happened.

Guess Ryder and I aren't really adept at building things out of snow. It was depressing. However, it is forever depicted in history that I spent an hour being an active parent in my child's life. I rock.

And on a completely unrelated note:

Tonight we had a baked potato bar for dinner.

Tessa kept begging for something off the table.

I couldn't figure out what it was.

After 85 attempts, I finally gave her the bacon bowl.

She squealed and instantly started two-fisting it.

'Atta girl.