We're off!

One more sleep until we take off.... Three more sleeps until Saskatchewan.... Fifteen more sleeps until Florida.... See you all soon!

Quick Pics

This afternoon the boys and I went outside for a while. It was a balmy -17 degrees with practically no windchill and lots of sunshine. We were so confident in the warmth that we went out with just hats - no hoods or scarves. Heck, I didn't even take a hat, and didn't put up my hood except for a couple of minutes near the end. And I only wore the outer shell of my snowpants. Practically beach weather! As a matter of fact, we walked out into the bay (where there will be water and beach in a couple of months), which gave us a whole new perspective of town. The boys, of course, had fun playing in the snow, and they're not picky about where they do that. But I enjoyed the change of scenery!



And as a bonus, a picture our friend next door took at the store.

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter

Well, the Easter Bunny (Easter Hare?) stopped by last night and left a nice little trail and a couple of baskets. Liam patiently (not really) waited for 2 hours for his brother to wake up.

Logan wishes he had paid more attention to how to read his name.	Liam quickly assesses the situation, issues orders, and is off!
Logan lives in the moment, more concerned with what's in the first egg than following the trail	How to hold all those eggs?
Experience.	He'll be an expert next year, too.
The chocolate makes him dance!
It's soooo gooooood!

Happy Birthday

A letter to my youngest son.

Dear Logan;

In the future could you please tell me the truth when:

a) I use my loud, firm, mommy voice to ask you and your brother why there are red marks all over the wood floor, leading into our bedroom, and you know that red chair

leaves marks, and what were you doing with that red chair in our bedroom anyway?

b) Ten minutes later I ask what all the red smeared all over the bathroom floor is,

and did you get into my lipstick again, because I still have the evidence from last time

and if it's not lipstick, WHAT is it?

Because instead of my it's-the-end-of-the-day and you-know-better and you've-GOT-to-be-kidding-me-this-paint-is-NEVER-going-to-come-off voice, I would use my oh-baby-are-you-okay voice. If you would have just told me you somehow sliced a couple of layers of skin off two toes, and that is actually BLOOD all over the place.

However, my sympathy does go down a bit when you then decide "it hurts, and I'm going to milk it for all it's worth." But nice try....