Jack and I roasting our marshmellows - that he ended up not liking. I ate his.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Winter weekend fun
Winter months are tough. The kids have cabin fever, as do I. Sam and I really cram lots of activities into the weekend since he works inhumane hours during the week. I don't have any energy at the end of the day to be too creative and tackle new activities with the boys. Lately we have had lots of "movie nights" which include early bath, dinner and popcorn. Chili is a parent favorite. Homemade pizza's and smores top the list (although Jack doesn't like marshmellows). Whose kid is this?
Jack and I roasting our marshmellows - that he ended up not liking. I ate his.

Ben decided he needed to be alone to enjoy his smore. He went to his chair to eat.
Jack and I roasting our marshmellows - that he ended up not liking. I ate his.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Christmas Day
At five-and-a-half years old, Jack had his first Christmas with so much anticipation that he woke up super-early. Jack is a fantastic sleeper and he started "going to the bathroom" a little after 5am. Finally, a little after 6, after three trips to the bathroom, I went in and found him sitting up in bed looking/reading a pile of books. How precious that he is so good to wait patiently in his room (although I'm pretty sure the three bathroom trips were checks to see if we were close to getting up). Ben, well it was just another day.
Santa really enjoyed his cookies and milk.
Christmas Eve
Better late than never. Christmas Eve was alot of fun, it was snowing, I cleaned house while the boys went to the gym. After lunch, we just had a lazy day and got ready for Santa. Sam cooked spaghetti and clams for dinner, we watched "The Polar Express" and had hot chocolate. Cookies and milk for Santa and dog food for the Reindeer. Didn't you know that Reindeers love dog food?
The clams look so pretty with my new camera.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Experimenting
I have been experimenting with my new camera, what settings in what light. Here are a few of my shots from the last two days. I have a ton more, but will spare the audience. The only one that I did point and shoot was the one of Ben in the grocery cart. I can't wait to learn more. When Christmas is over, I'll actually read my entire manual.
Ben just got up from his nap. Crazy hair.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
My New Camera!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Good Times!
A couple of weeks ago, we had our neighbors, Mary and Peter and their boys, for dinner. All four boys squeezed in the little picnic table and there was no relaxation for the moms and dads. Ben was trying to steal food, as was Tommy. Tommy and Andrew were fighting over who sat next to Jack, and on and on. But, it was a fun night and boys will be boys.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Bad Santa!
Not really. He was actually great. He took his time getting to know the kids and was very, very kind. This is just the classic, younger brother can't hang. Jack was very shy and made a point to tell Santa what Ben wanted for Christmas (not sure how he knows, but I suspect there are ulterior motives). Mrs. Claus was there and she was very sweet. The photographer was great. It was all good . . . other than Ben's face in the picture. Good times!

Thursday, December 2, 2010
Jack and all his glory...
I'm always amazed at the imagination of a five-year-old boy. Jack is all boy and he's hilarious. Nothing surprises me; i.e., when he walks in the kitchen and he's completely naked with only his shirt on his head, draped down like a nuns habit, and he loudly exclaims, "Look! I've got hair like a girl!". Below are some miscellaneous pictures of Jack.

Monday, November 29, 2010
Trimming the Tree . . . not so easy
Sunday night we decorated the tree. It was so much harder than I thought it'd be because of one small, blonde-headed, mischievous toddler named Ben. He wouldn't part with the red garland beads, he ate a fake berry, he smacked the branches, ornaments were laid on the branches in piles. It was exhausting.
I don't remember Jack being difficult with tree-trimming at that age.
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