It's snowing this morning, which reminded me that I'd forgotten to post these from our first snowfall a week or so ago. We had about three or four inches, and the kids were going bonkers.
Sam taught his sister all about eating snow. Sadly, none of us could convince her to keep her mittens on, so her time outside was short-lived.
But the guys hung outside and worked on our snowfighting skills...
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I assume the last pic is Sam holding-up a snowball for the camera. But one might also look at it as a display of his kung-fu ninja-like skills for deflecting snowballs thrown in his direction. Wax on!
Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing.
I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer.
And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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I assume the last pic is Sam holding-up a snowball for the camera. But one might also look at it as a display of his kung-fu ninja-like skills for deflecting snowballs thrown in his direction. Wax on!
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