You can almost hear the music playing in the background..

I know, I know. I seriously need to get to work and start blogging more. I guess I just haven't been inspired on what to write. I need to take more pictures, that always helps. So until then, I give you this. I call it "The Crying Toddler" tee-hee...

And yes, I take pictures of him when he cries. For posterity of course...

Matthew's Letter

I found this in Matthew's backpack after school today. I thought it was just the sweetest thing! Although he raves about Texas in his letter, I'm almost certain he would love any state his Nana and Pop-Pop are in.

Pop-Pop and Nana

Fun in the Snow!

So, we’ve survived the snow storm and being holed up at home for the past 3 days. To ease the tension we decided to all go sledding. It was a brilliant idea, in theory. So we all got bundled up and went outside. Poor David couldn’t even walk or move his head due to his over abundance of bundling. It made for some funny memories though. We sledded for about 10 minutes and then decided we were all just fine with staying indoors until it got a tad warmer outside. I did manage to snap a few pictures. (of course!)

He's Number One!!

Get it!? Hope so, cause we thought it was pretty clever and funny. Matthew came up with this all by himself.

Peace...

Matthew never fails to impress me with his "coolness."

He also posed for this picture. He specifically told me how he wanted me to edit it. We had a good Thanksgiving. The food was good and we ate until we couldn't see straight. Then we had pie.

So, we have this fireplace.

Fireplaces produce ash. Lots of it, especially if you use the fireplace a lot. Which we do since it is getting steadily colder.

Today, David proved to us just how much of a toddler he is by sprinkling the front room with half a bucket of ash and then playing/bathing in it.

Funny thing though, I remember just the other day telling Matt that I thought the ash bucket should be moved outside. I had been finding a various array of toys in the bucket, along with his shoes and a brush. But that’s as far as it got, just a thought. I never acted on the thought.

So this happened. I was actually tickled a little (which is why I took a few pictures) until I had to clean it up. I called Matt in, who was working in the garage, to come help. He cleaned up David, while I got to clean up all that ash. At first glance it didn’t seem like a lot. But once I got down in there with the vacuum I realized just how much he had pulled out.

This was where most of the damage was, but it extended out to the whole left side of the living room.

Now you may ask yourself, “Where was his mother throughout all of this?” Well, I was in the bathroom. That kid moves fast! I didn’t hear one peep from him. He was just silently giving our living room a dusting of ash.

I guess he also thought he was giving himself a bath.