Friday, January 09, 2009
Home on the Range
Monday, January 05, 2009
Just One Extra Hour . . .
Little Lady and Crazy Fox making snow bricks.
Digging Badger making a stockpile of snowballs.
(Thanks Great Grandma and Great Grandpa!)
Little Lady's Tobaggan Trouble
This morning's fun started out great. Little Lady lugged the toboggan up the short slope and waited for her turn to go down. She has learned it is better to let one of her boys go down first to pack down the snow.
But still no speed. None at all.
She leaned over the side and started digging herself out. All three of them were laughing so hard. Little Lady continually cracks us up. She was just so matter-of-fact in the way she decided that she could dig her sled out and gain the speed she was looking for. All the while laughing with that deep belly laugh, the genuinely tickled laugh that can not be reproduced. It is the laugh that comes out of her when she is making other people laugh. The noise that allows her to get away with almost anything.
Labels: Little Lady, Winter
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Our Knights in Shining Armor
We are in the middle of our Christmas break from school. We have been studying medieval times. The boys have not given up their lessons completely though. They have been taking advantage of the snow and acting out jousting tournaments in our yard. But instead of horses they are using sleds and instead of lances they are using pool noodles.
They have been doing this a lot.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Through the Eye of a Child
It means a few more days of winter fun, sledding and snowball fights.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
It's a Sun-Shiny Day
Labels: Winter
Monday, February 04, 2008
Our Winter Wonderland
Here's some of our favorite pictures from yesterday's storm.
(You can click on the collage to see bigger pictures.)
Labels: Winter
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Snow Much Fun
We made some stairs so Little Lady could get to the top of our "hill" and then went sledding and snowboarding down. We went in for a snow cone to cool off. We didn't even have to shave the ice! After some nourishment, we went out front and made a small snow fort. It got demolished before I got a chance to take a picture.
Labels: Winter
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Hot What?
Crazy Fox tasted the hot vanilla, but decided he doesn't like my new concoction. Too much alcohol.
Labels: Winter
Happy Groundhog Day
Well, according to a famous rodent, we have six more weeks of winter to look forward to. I will admit, that after all the cold weather and snow we have had, yesterday I did have a yearning for spring. The sun was out and it was almost 40 degrees. The ice patches on our driveway had melted and it was almost dry. And then this morning we had a fresh dusting of snow, but the sun is out now. I love living in an area with four distinct seasons. Just about the time you can't take any more heat, it starts to cool down and the leaves turn. And then before you know it the pumpkins have been carved and it starts getting cold. Next thing we know our spring bulbs will be popping up through the defrosting ground. I am looking forward to spring, but am content with a few more weeks of winter.
Phil's official forecast as read 2/2/08 at sunrise at Gobbler's Knob:
Here Ye! Here Ye! Here Ye!
On Gobbler's Knob on this fabulous Groundhog Day, February 2nd, 2008 Punxsutawney Phil, the Seer of Seers, Prognosticator of all Prognosticators, Rose to the call of President Bill Cooper and greeted his handlers, Ben Hughes and John Griffiths.
After casting a weathered eye toward thousands of his faithful followers, Phil consulted with President Cooper and directed him to the appropriate scroll, which proclaimed:
"As I look around me, a bright sky I see, and a shadow beside me. Six more weeks of winter it will be!" Here's the official Groundhog day site.
Labels: Winter
Friday, February 01, 2008
One Snowman's Story
Crazy Fox told Mr. Snowy goodnight and went to bed himself.
The next morning we went out so greet Mr. Snowy and see if there were any cheery birds sitting on his shoulder. There are always cheery birds sitting on the shoulders of snowmen in picture books. Have you ever noticed that? But we did not see any cheery birds sitting on Mr. Snowy's shoulders. What we saw instead was awful, almost gruesome.
Okay, let's take a break from this saga and take a quick quiz?
1.What is one of the main ingredients in play dough?
2. What do you sprinkle onto icy sidewalks to melt the ice?
3.When I say pepper, what is the first word you think of?
The answer:
That's right . . . .Salt, Sodium chloride, NaCl,
Now, back to the story. . .
Where his sparkling purple eyes had been the night before, was now eaten away, by all the salt in the play dough. The Zookeeper's Wife no longer felt like a creative, resourceful mom. Instead, she saw before her, all the hard work her son put into building Mr. Snowy ruined by a snowman's worst fear. Flesh eating bacteria. Salt. The rapid melting of snow.
He was able to stand tall again. He's practically new, almost, a bionic snowman.
But lately we have noticed that Mr. Snowy is loosing weight. His health is declining again. There is nothing else we can do. Sometimes you just have to let go. He can barely lift his arms and he has lost all of his parts. The life of a snowman is a tough one. Staying out at night in the freezing weather, knowing that even though you want the sun to come out and shine, it is the worst thing for you.
It could really leave a hole in your heart.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
One Rad Snow Fort
Monday, January 07, 2008
A Rare Queit Moment at the Zoo
For those of you who live in sunny southern California or in the never ending warmth of Arizona, your missing out. Yesterday morning as we woke up to another snow fall, I couldn't stop myself from sitting on the porch in my pajamas to watch the snow in it's peaceful, almost too quiet descent. The whole world seemed to be in slow motion. Huge flakes were floating down from the sky in complete silence.
Labels: Winter
Sunday, January 06, 2008
No More Mud . . . For now
Labels: Winter
Thursday, December 06, 2007
One Foggy Morning
Labels: Winter