I'm not going to lie, this week was unreal. With the threat of snow and horribly cold temps, we headed out for one last walk with the girls. Mommy, by foot...little guy, by bike. And boy, has he learned to move on his balance bike. "Move over, mommy...vroom".
Then the nasty polar vortex hit. It snowed, and it snowed, and it snowed. Hey, has anyone noticed the girls haven't moved for hours...which is quiet interesting, because the boy hasn't stopped moving for hours. We watched as the snow got deeper and deeper. With each passing hour, cabin fever set in.
You know that feeling...I love these people but if I have to spend one more, confining hour together, I just might go mad. That realization came to mommy, when trying to make a potty run as follows (1). The need to get off the sofa with three dogs placed strategically all over my lap. (2) the little guy's insistence that he needed to be right next to mommy (3) mommy finally wiggles free of the sofa and walks to restroom--freedom. (4). Mommy settling in...and then, the pitter-patter of 3 four legged fur balls. Which, of course, was quickly followed by "mommy, mommy, mommy". To which mommy calmly screamed, "NO NO NO, ALL of you go find your daddy". But my friends, it didn't end there. (5) daddy promptly gave the boy my phone..and as you can imagine, resulted in 100 selfies of varying smiles, face profiles and well, I'll say it, unrecognizable pictures. At that point, mommy laced up her boots and headed outdoors. Polar Vortex be damned. You're no match for this household
Finally, we're still at a stalemate with The Master. This little grasshopper is definitely strong willed...mommy, mommy, mommy.
Then the nasty polar vortex hit. It snowed, and it snowed, and it snowed. Hey, has anyone noticed the girls haven't moved for hours...which is quiet interesting, because the boy hasn't stopped moving for hours. We watched as the snow got deeper and deeper. With each passing hour, cabin fever set in.
You know that feeling...I love these people but if I have to spend one more, confining hour together, I just might go mad. That realization came to mommy, when trying to make a potty run as follows (1). The need to get off the sofa with three dogs placed strategically all over my lap. (2) the little guy's insistence that he needed to be right next to mommy (3) mommy finally wiggles free of the sofa and walks to restroom--freedom. (4). Mommy settling in...and then, the pitter-patter of 3 four legged fur balls. Which, of course, was quickly followed by "mommy, mommy, mommy". To which mommy calmly screamed, "NO NO NO, ALL of you go find your daddy". But my friends, it didn't end there. (5) daddy promptly gave the boy my phone..and as you can imagine, resulted in 100 selfies of varying smiles, face profiles and well, I'll say it, unrecognizable pictures. At that point, mommy laced up her boots and headed outdoors. Polar Vortex be damned. You're no match for this household
Finally, we're still at a stalemate with The Master. This little grasshopper is definitely strong willed...mommy, mommy, mommy.
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