December 13, 2009

Conor had a basketball game on Sunday. Grandma Wilson stayed with Rowan, so I was able to go to the game. His team is kind of in the middle of his division. They're not undefeated (or even close), but they have won a few. On this day, he played his best friend's team. He had mixed feelings, I think. It was his best friend, but it was also as close to a sure win as Conor's team will get this year. Wait - maybe he was up for the win, and I was the one with mixed feelings. Either way, Conor's team won easily.



Even when guarding his friend, he's all business.

The book keeper guy.

December 12, 2009

Our neighbors gave us a package of cookie dough with four colors. It looked just like play dough, but tasted much, much better.
That flower? Oh yeah, it's mine.

December 11, 2009

Goldfish crackers as an afterschool snack.

December 10, 2009

We knew Thursday was a snow day before she went to bed on Wednesday, so we braided her hair while it was wet. This is how it turned out, and she loved it. I'm thinking we may need to get some curlers and try those.

December 9, 2009

Yesterday was a snow day for all of us, including Jon. Our street didn't get plowed until sometime in the middle of the night, so most of our neighborhood didn't go anywhere. Several of the people who tried got stuck in the drift in the street in front of our house.

How they'd like you to think the cleanup went:

How the cleanup really went:

We ended the day with a Hyper Dash tournament. (Jon won).

December 8, 2009

I feel the same way about wet mittens.

December 7, 2009

I'm a pretty prepared person. I usually have a fairly good idea of what clothes the kids need new for the upcoming season, and what will work from last year. I bought their winter coats and snowpants at the beginning of October, as soon as Target put them out (no more coats from there, but that's another story). This year, however, I completely spaced out on the boots. When we went to bed last night it was snowing, and that's when I remembered. So this morning the big kids went off to school knowing that they'd be spending recess on the blacktop, and Rowan and I went off to Target hoping we could still find boots. Eighty dollars later, we had them. Ellie's aren't the cutest, and they may very well be "boy" boots, but they have fur, and that has to count for something.