The storm of the century is upon us here in the Midwest. There's a sheet of ice covering the city and everyone gets a snow day. (Everyone but Jeff.) Before the power goes out I wanted to be sure I took care of everything important. You know, getting a hot shower, making brownies, updating my blog. Stuff like that.
Missouri Art Museum (Best sledding hill in the city!)
Last week we went to Whittle Shortline Railroad (along with every other toddler in town) to play with trains. It blew Miles' mind. He was crazy happy for 30 minutes and then he was just plain crazy. Tantrum of epic proportions. So many judging eyes. I think we were blacklisted.
The trains were cool, and all, but what was really amazing was this red chair. (What the--?) Miles is going through a phase where he likes to do lots of things I don't understand. I expect this phase to last at least the next 30 years.
Our playgroup took a field trip to the local firestation.
I asked one of the firemen why their trucks are yellow. He said, "Because they're not ripe, yet."
"Now, kids, don't be scared if you're in a fire and you see me coming at you dressed like this," says Firefighter Ian.
Chloe may have developed a small crush on Firefighter Ian.
Firefighter Miles
The girls got together to read the latest gossip in Firefighter Weekly.
Time to go find the candles.
7 Wisecracks:
i think i have been taking a "snow season". i have given myself permission to get practically nothing done pretty much since after thanksgiving. i'm getting fat as a result.
Alison thinks that chair is awesome too! Stay warm!
Allyn, I was thinking, "Oh, good. Someone else is getting fat and getting nothing done." Then I remembered that you're pregnant. Respect the game, man.
Wendy, that's hilarious. Maybe Miles is normal after all. :)
What?!! Allyn is pregnant?!! Very cool!
That little red headed girl looks like she could be one of yours. Too cute!
Haha, Chloe's look is so funny!:)
Hm. Is it? My favorite face is Brielle Erickson's. She's the little redhead with the peach shirt.
I'm about ready to check in to the loony bin myself. A weekend away without kids sounds like just the thing...
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