Feburary is a Good Month for Blog Tumbleweed

OK, Blog. I know you are probably feeling abandoned and neglected. I never meant to hurt you, I was just busy and stuff. Look, I’m sorry, ok? Just stop looking at me with those big sad bloggy eyes. I’ll even make a post today, huh? How’s that sound?

(By the way, Blog, when did you achieve consciousness? And eyeballs? Do I need to alert the authorities or just roll with it? I’ll just roll with it.)

Let the healing begin. Here is our dumb post:

The children have continued to grow and be adorable.

That is the Cliff Notes version of this entire blog from August 2008 onward. Here are a four current points of interest.

(1) Ava continues to meow at the cats, but can now (kinda) say “Cat!”






(2) Alexander got a haircut, screamed and cried throughout, and now looks like a young republican.





(3) I'll let Alexander explain this one (don't worry, there is an interpreter.)




He has already earned more stickers for going to the bathroom than any other member of his family. (Previous record: 0) Congratulations, young potty patron!

We are unsure of how long this potty-for-stickers thing should last. We realize that it would be hard to monitor and keep track of his potty use after he goes to college, so we should end it some time before then…?


(4) Out of the blue, Alexander came up to Ava and gave her a very gentle hug and said “I love you, Aba”. It was seriously the cutest and sweetest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Ever, ever, ever, EV-AH!




EEEEVVVV-AAAAH!!!!


That is all.

Oh... right, the blog!

Sorry for the dramatic pause. I didn't mean to leave you hanging. I wish I could blame the massive amounts snow, but it’s really just due to being apathetic. I’m feeling more pathetic now, though… so here’s our update.

Just as Tim was about to take his “Jack Nicolson as Jack Torrance” impression too far, we were dug out. We emerged from the house all dazed and squinty eyed. We instinctively began to forage for supplies. We are well stocked now for any future apocalypses … whether they are of local, biblical, Mayan, Al Gore, or zombie proportions. How much Crystal Light do YOU have at the ready? If it is less than this:



Then you, my friend, will be in grave need of a refreshing, yet low calorie, beverage additive when the end times are upon us. Good luck. Of course, we don’t have a lot of water. So…

Actually the reason for the silly amount of Crystal Light is because I keep forgetting if we have Crystal Light. Just to be extra sure my family’s Crystal Light needs are being met, I err on the side of caution and I pick up a pack. If only we had the technology to know what provisions were needed while at a grocery store. Some sort of list by which to guide our shopping. Well, I’ll leave that to the scientists and the brilliant folks at the Invention Exchange.

Alexander has been workshopping some new stand-up material. He puts a bowl on his head and says “A bowl is not a hat!” I know, he can’t believe how funny he is either.




We are urging Alexander to move away from prop comedy, but his test audience begs to differ.





Sorry the children are a bit crusty-faced in the above pictures. This particular performance was part of a dinner theater. I do try to hose them down every now and then.

Oh, Snooooow!!!!!! (I knoooow!)

So we officially got 27 inches of snow and we are stuck. We live at the bottom of a hill, so we had a lot of crazy drifting action. We also live in a cul-du-sec, so we are pretty low priority as far as the city is concerned. A snow plow tried to clear our street this morning, but got stuck and had to get a bigger truck to tow it out. We were then abandoned.

We've eaten all of our rations and are already turning on each other. Hey, look - a Mars bar!! Ok, we're cool for another thirty minutes.

Here is a creepy shut-in-esque picture of the snow taken through the window blinds.


Oh, Bloggy. What happened to us? Now we are just talking about the weather? Is that what we have become? Yes? Ok then.

Anyway...So our family and our next door neighbor's family are trapped. Yep. Snowed in. Anyone seen The Shining? This really reminds of that because Ava's giant round eyes look just like Shelley Duvall's. Also the excessive snow. And also Tim keeps talking to an invisible bartender. (But to be fair, he did that long before it started snowing.)

The kids are dealing with being snowed in and their father's insanity in their own ways. Alexander is trying to sleep it out. Yes, he actually TOOK A NAP. Awww...He looks like a boogery angel when he's sleeping:



He's also been visiting the invisible bartender. He pretends to sip tea out of a little plastic teacup and giggles as he says "Needs salt!"


Ava's started talking to the cats. For reals. Whenever she sees a cat, she doesn't say "cat". She says something that sounds a lot like "meow." So she's bilingual. Not bragging... just saying....



OK. Tim's repeatedly sticking his head through the door and shouting "Here's Johnny!" I'm going to go see if that invisible bartender knows any invisible therapists.

Stoopid snow.

Our Dumb Snow

We've had 20 inches of snow so far in Blizzardgate, with drifts up to Manute Bol proportions:






Tim's car tried to raise a white flag. Sadly, it could not be seen in the snowstorm.



All the roads are closed in our county and we're in a state of emergency. Literally. Send beer. And goldfish crackers.

Milestoned and other Whatnottery

Tim got me a new camera for Christmas. It's all fancy and has a functional zoom buttom. Yeaaaa! No more bursting personal space bubbles just to get a good shot. It has a video function like my last camera, but the videos come out on a different format. So this is a test to see how and if these videos upload to the blog.

Stand by for test video.


Test video... ENGAGE.





In other female child related news...Ava has discovered she can "cruise". In the babyworld, this means she can take steps while holding onto something (like walking along the couch.) That that is the big milestone in our house. What's new with you?