OK well maybe more like Bing Crosby. actually my warbly singing voice probably more closely resembles the speaking voice of that dancer that everyone is trying to pawn off on everyone else, you know the one, Ms. mutual I'm sure...
Anywho, the BEST part of living in Ohio, besides the awesome oceanfront property and white sandy beaches (kidding) is when we actually have a white Christmas...and I'm not talking about the thirty million times I've made my testosterone filled house watch that movie.
Lo and behold, our survival of the end of the world has brought nothing but great fortune and great memories.And neighbors. Because that's right, we have the very best in sledding equipment. Boo yah to the husband who got antsy over our sled amounts. I'll expect my apology in Hot Cocoa. Extra Marshmallows.
Here are some adorabs snow day pics from our awesome white Christmas...plus more of my incessant babbling after the jump
I'm sure you noticed the irritated civil war- esque glare on Theo's face...he had been out playing about 30 minutes before I brought out Elly belly , so I chalk up his irritation to coldness. Also the neighbors were over, so mom wasn't the greatest thing since sliced bread, and hamming it up for the camera wasn't priority number 1. So I did what every great mom would do. I gave the paparazzi treatment to the one who couldn't get away from me.
By the way, I have a feeling that my boys made a secret pact together to never look at the camera at the same time. I'm sure it was one of those things that happened in the darkness of the shared room way after mommy and daddy had gone to bed, I envision little pinkies promising through Crib slats.
The best picture is the one I took of Elliot after I had to bring him inside and he couldn't stay out and play with the "big kids".
That mommy character is a fun ruin-er if I've ever met one.