words that start with F

Jack and I just got home from walking Miss G to preshool.  It was a perfet day for a walk, warm but not too warm. A little windy to keep the bugs away . . .

On this walk Jack noticed the flags on each and every telephone pole.  Our small town puts them up all over town on memorial day and the fourth of July.  And sometimes flag day.  There is a whole crew of guys who drive around putting flags up and taking them down again. Anyway, that is so not the point.  Point is Jack was obsessed with the flags.  We disussed the colors on the flags - red white and blue according to me, PUUUUUPPLE according to Jack.  This obsession did work in my favor because he is somewhat prone to thowing himself on the ground and refusing to walk.  Running to each flag kept him busy and got us all the way home without me having to carry him.  Coincidentally, he is now napping.  Nothing like walking a mile or two to wear a kid out.

That all sounds pretty wholesome and sweet doesn't it?  Well, here's the thing.  My sweet little two year old was yelling "FLAG" at the top of his lungs. Over and over.  Of course being two it didn't come out quite right.  Depending on his level of enthusiasm it came out as "faaaaag" or "fuuuuuck".  Awesome.  I don't think anyone heard him.  Well, other than ALL OF OUR NEIGHBORS and everybody who lives between here and the school.

Thanks kid.

Karma

I was considering titling this post "I'm an asshole".

Can I admit something?  All winter long normally warmish places south of here were getting snow dumped on them I was laughing.  Hear that Virginia? I was laughing at you. 

That's right, I was chuckling at the fact that a few inches of snow could shut down cities all over the place.  After all, snow and ice and snowplows are the norm around here.  We don't even start to worry until the forecast is for FEET of snow rather than inches.  I was feeling all smug and superior.  I am soooo prepared, bring it on Mother Nature.  I won't turn all wussy when 3 feet of snow dump on us.  I will pull on my hat and boots and shovel, shovel, shovel.  No big deal.

Well, guess what we are NOT prepared for up here? 95 f***ing degree weather.  It is just too hot to go on living.  It turns me into a sweaty (not to mention pale) mess.  It's too hot to move, none of the clothes I own are cool enough, we don't have air conditioning . . . I'm really trying not to complain here . . . but  it is just TOO damn hot.

The kids of course are loving it.  Ice pops, ice cream, playing in the sprinkler . . .

Next winter I will try not to mock all you prepared for the heat but not the snow folks, okay? I'll probably forget though.

project 365 days 9 and 10

So, yes. It appears that I have missed a few days of posts. That's how I roll.

In the interest of having this project take only one year instead of 3 or 4 I'm going to post a few day's worth right now.  So enjoy.  I cannot wait until this cold, dark winter is over and we can spend more time outside where the light is so much nicer for pictures.

concentration

c.o.l.d.

You might notice that these are not great pictures.  It's true, I know.  They sure are cute kids though, arent't they? 

I am trying to accept the fact that I am not perfect (ha! soooo not perfect!) and just post the day's best photo.  Some days the best photo is crap.  So  . . . yeah. Here are a few crap photos.  Hopefully by the end of this they will be much better. 

project 365 day 6 - My Cake!

My Cake!

Jack said his first two-word sentence today. How exciting.  It was "my cake" or more accurately  " mmmyyyyy caaaaaaaaaaaaaaakke!!!" yep, he was a little excited. Then a little over-excited and then suddenly miserable.  It's tough being a toddler, apparently.