There’s not a day that goes by when the boys don’t come out with something that causes me to stop and laugh. Usually it’s the highlight of my day, unless it comes when I’m trying to be a stern disciplinarian, in which case the uncontrollable grin kind of undermines my authority. There were a few good lines tonight…
A : “K, don’t you remember? Mommy and Daddy are always right.” (Amen, son.)
K: “Daddy, I don’t want to watch Harry Poppins”. (He got Mary Poppins and Harry Potter mixed up. Actually, that would be a hell of a movie.)
A: “Daddy, can we get a whip and a pistol?” (It sounds like Indiana Jones has infiltrated the Junior Kindergarten playground, which is a little scary.)
A and K are both May babies, so we’ve been busy baking cakes and wrapping presents. K turned 2 last week and we had a fairly quiet evening, while A turns 4 on Saturday.
Saturday was anything but quiet as we hosted a birthday party for both the boys. A room of 14 children under the age of 5 is already fairly noisy, but when you add Mike from Little Ray’s Reptile Zoo and his menagerie of creepy crawlies, the energy level goes through the roof.
It was actually a pretty cool party. Mike brought a tarantula, a huge millipede, some lizards, a cane toad, two snakes, and a snapping turtle. I was O.K. with it for the most part, although I was a little worried that the turtle might take a kid’s finger off. I also had images of kids licking the cane toad and then rolling around on the floor having hallucinations.
For some reason, the thought of a bunch of adults coming to our house turned me into a Martha Stewart wannabe. Suddenly the front door needed to be painted, photos had to be framed and hung, the piano polished, windows washed. Of course, hours of cleaning were quickly undone as kids ground chocolate cake into the carpet, but at least the place was presentable for the first few guests.
B’s taken a few good pictures over the last few weeks, so I thought I’d share.
K doing his best Bob the Builder impersonation.
A was really happy with his new swimming goggles.
Trust me, this kind of brotherly love is not a regular occurrence.
Giving a belated birthday shout-out to my main squeeze, B, who reached the big thirty-something yesterday. Yes, there’s no better story than a Dearlove born on St. Valentine’s Day.
We had a pretty quiet family affair at home last night. The boys were eager to blow out the candles and tried to get a head start on unwrapping the presents. There’s also nothing cuter than watching a one-year old shovel chocolate cake into his mouth using just his bare hands.
After much talk and hand-wringing in early January that this year’s Winterlude would feature beach volleyball and sand castle demonstrations on account of the spring-like conditions, Mother Nature intervened and ensured the annual winter festival would go ahead as planned.
In fact, I think this may be the best weather I’ve ever seen for Winterlude. It’s been consistenly cold and sunny – most years there’s a least one warm, rainy weekend that turns the canal and ice sculptures to mush.
We’ve been out three times in the past week for various activities. The boys have enjoyed seeing the ice and snow sculptures and the ice slides, not to mention the obligatory Beavertails. Here are a few pics of our adventures.
K riding around in style.
The happy (and cold) family in front of one of the ice sculptures.
Daddy and K after a successful trip down the ice slide.
B and K during our horse-drawn sleigh ride.