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Friday, March 8, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
February 6, 2013 ~ The Blizzard That Wasn't
So there we are, Tuesday night, sitting around the TV listening to the weathermen tell us about the 6-12 inches of snow we're getting. Billy was all excited.
Finally. Finally! Maybe he would get a chance to go sledding.
That's right. Despite all of the snowstorms we've had this winter, none of them have produced enough snow to sled. And if they did, it rained immediately after, washing away all of that good sledding snow. If I were a stay-at-home-mom, he probably would have been this year. But nope. All of the snow was gone by the time I got home with every single storm this year. Poor Billy.
So here was his chance! How can you go wrong with 6 inches of snow? That's more than enough. Perfect. The sleds are ready!
We were not shocked come Wednesday morning to see that every school district was closed at that our daycare was too. We were hugely let down to see only a dusting of snow on the grass. That, of course, meant that our places of employment were open, even if the schools were not. Someone had to stay home with Billy- that was me.
We waited expectantly for the snow to pile up so we could go out and play. Just around naptime we had enough on the ground that I thought by end of nap we would be ready to head on out to that winter wonderland. We were ready.
And then it rained. And the rain washed all of the snow away. Billy woke up and the snow was gone. Poor Billy! He wanted to go outside and play in the snow. Instead, we were stuck inside playing with his toys.
So, if you see an errant snow storm looking for a place to drop 3+ inches of snow- let it know that Billy would like it to come visit and stay long enough for the chance to go sledding.
Finally. Finally! Maybe he would get a chance to go sledding.
That's right. Despite all of the snowstorms we've had this winter, none of them have produced enough snow to sled. And if they did, it rained immediately after, washing away all of that good sledding snow. If I were a stay-at-home-mom, he probably would have been this year. But nope. All of the snow was gone by the time I got home with every single storm this year. Poor Billy.
So here was his chance! How can you go wrong with 6 inches of snow? That's more than enough. Perfect. The sleds are ready!
We were not shocked come Wednesday morning to see that every school district was closed at that our daycare was too. We were hugely let down to see only a dusting of snow on the grass. That, of course, meant that our places of employment were open, even if the schools were not. Someone had to stay home with Billy- that was me.
We waited expectantly for the snow to pile up so we could go out and play. Just around naptime we had enough on the ground that I thought by end of nap we would be ready to head on out to that winter wonderland. We were ready.
And then it rained. And the rain washed all of the snow away. Billy woke up and the snow was gone. Poor Billy! He wanted to go outside and play in the snow. Instead, we were stuck inside playing with his toys.
So, if you see an errant snow storm looking for a place to drop 3+ inches of snow- let it know that Billy would like it to come visit and stay long enough for the chance to go sledding.
~ The Baltimore Blizzard of 2013 ~
~ Never Forget ~
(Yep, nope. Already forgotten.)
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
March 4, 2013 ~ I Grew Up
Having not seen me for 3 days all Billy wanted to do was cuddle (in front of the Cats Movie, Mommy! ~ that would be the AristoCats).
He informed me, "I grew up." I laughed, to which he replied, "Now I done can use shape knife."
"Nope, not that grown up yet."
He waited awhile and decided, "I grew up. I climb up attic ladder."
Nope. Still not that grown up.
But the best part was Daddy in the shower. Billy could hear a loud bang in the shower. "What's that?"
"Daddy dropped the soap, probably."
"Oh. Daddy in shower. Daddy drop soap. Uh, oh. Daddy need time out. Nope. Daddy got booboo. Soap gave Daddy booboo. Daddy need yellow band-aid. I get Daddy yellow bandaid. I make Daddy better."
I assure you that Daddy didn't need a bandaid, but sure was confused when he walked into the room and Billy informed him that he was getting Daddy a yellow bandaid for his booboo.
He informed me, "I grew up." I laughed, to which he replied, "Now I done can use shape knife."
"Nope, not that grown up yet."
He waited awhile and decided, "I grew up. I climb up attic ladder."
Nope. Still not that grown up.
But the best part was Daddy in the shower. Billy could hear a loud bang in the shower. "What's that?"
"Daddy dropped the soap, probably."
"Oh. Daddy in shower. Daddy drop soap. Uh, oh. Daddy need time out. Nope. Daddy got booboo. Soap gave Daddy booboo. Daddy need yellow band-aid. I get Daddy yellow bandaid. I make Daddy better."
I assure you that Daddy didn't need a bandaid, but sure was confused when he walked into the room and Billy informed him that he was getting Daddy a yellow bandaid for his booboo.
Monday, March 4, 2013
March 3, 2013 ~ Planes and More Planes
Sometimes I don't post because I'm too busy at work. Sometimes because I'm too tired at the end of the day with chores and the daily routine. And sometimes it's because I'm not near a computer.
Thursday night I had to work late. Very late. Big project.
While I was at work, Daddy was tasked with providing me an empty suitcase (not an easy feat in our house). The result of that activity was this:
Billy decided he would go with me and packed himself into the suitcase. "Okay, Mommy. I'm ready to go!"
No worries, I didn't actually pack my son into a suitcase. Instead, he went to the Air and Space Museum with Daddy.
I'm not sure why he's carrying a christmas bow through the museum. Better not to ask these questions, right?
(above photos courtesy of Daddy)
I, however, was dealing with a different airplane. The kind you ride on to far off, tropical places. Unfortunately, this particular tropical locale was having a bout of winter. Possibly the only winter weekend for the whole year and I got lucky enough to be there for it. I painted my toes and packed my bathing suit, but both were for naught. Too cold for bare feet or swimming.
Despite the weather, we trekked to the beach anyway.
This picture means nothing to you, but everything to me. I have so many memories of this place, 30 year old memories that are still fresh. Grandpop caught lots of fish off of this pier. And Grandma warned my toddler self about climbing on those rocks. Well, Grandma, I climbed on them this weekend and came away unscathed! The last time I stood there was 1985. We would have continued to go there every year, but with great sadness, Grandma's aunt passed away and she was the reason to visit this particular piece of paradise.
Still on the pier, now the beach is behind me. I swam in that water (not this weekend), caught starfish and collected seashells (again not this weekend). Far in the distance is a little pink speck of a building. It's actually a massive hotel. I always knew it fondly as the "Pink Don".
Long, long ago I used to beg my parents to take me in the ice cream parlor on the first floor of the Pink Don. I am happy to report that the ice cream parlor is still there, and the ice cream is delicious!
Wait, who's that beautiful and very pregnant lady next to me? Billy's godmother. (It stands to reason that this particular trip had something to do with her).
Anyways, I didn't get to see Billy all weekend, but Daddy reports that he is still alive, so that's good. Right?
Thursday night I had to work late. Very late. Big project.
While I was at work, Daddy was tasked with providing me an empty suitcase (not an easy feat in our house). The result of that activity was this:
No worries, I didn't actually pack my son into a suitcase. Instead, he went to the Air and Space Museum with Daddy.
(above photos courtesy of Daddy)
I, however, was dealing with a different airplane. The kind you ride on to far off, tropical places. Unfortunately, this particular tropical locale was having a bout of winter. Possibly the only winter weekend for the whole year and I got lucky enough to be there for it. I painted my toes and packed my bathing suit, but both were for naught. Too cold for bare feet or swimming.
Despite the weather, we trekked to the beach anyway.
Long, long ago I used to beg my parents to take me in the ice cream parlor on the first floor of the Pink Don. I am happy to report that the ice cream parlor is still there, and the ice cream is delicious!
Anyways, I didn't get to see Billy all weekend, but Daddy reports that he is still alive, so that's good. Right?
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