Park Party Pooper Update

A quick update on the previous post. I got a phone message from the city park department yesterday thanking me for my call and that the poo was going to be cleaned up. I have to say that's some good customer service. The man even left his number if I wanted to call back with questions. I did call him back, just to thank him for returning my call.

S#*t Happens

Aaarrrgh! I can't believe it. Today at the park, CSR litterally slid into some shit. Pardon the language on this family blog. But seriously, he went down the curly-cue slide at the park and slid into it. How does that get onto the slide? Of course, I didn't realize this until I had it on me. That's what I get for holding onto him while he grabbed onto a pole to slide down. And it being just a quick trip to the neighborhood park, I didn't bring ANYTHING to clean either of us up. So it was a speedy walk home, at least as speedy as it could be with CSR and one of his friends walking their five year old pace-- like a couple of distracted old ladies. Once I got home and peeled the shitty clothes off of us, I called the Parks Department to give them a piece of my mind. Apparently no one answers the phone after 4pm. Leaving a voice-mail not nearly as satisfying as being able to rant to a live person. Probably just as well.

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better...

Lately RTR has become Mr. Me Too. Whatever his big brother is doing, he wants to do too. Or maybe anyone else for that matter. Ride a scooter? Sure, me too. Use the computer? Oh, yeah, me too. Use a sharp knife? Okay, count me in too. In this picture, RTR is helping me clean. He also pulled out the broom this afternoon to sweep the floor along with CSR. He's also pretty good at wiping up spills on the floor. I'm hoping to cultivate RTR's cleaning habits. Our house could really use it.

Back in the Blogging Game

I'm trying to get back into the blog. Between the snow days and all the activities surrounding Christmas, I got out of the habit. So now I'm trying to get caught up. Here are a some pictures from Christmas.



CSR and grandpa work on a construction project.







CSR got a bathrobe for Christmas. RTR apparently wanted one too. After seeing his brother's excitement over the robe, RTR got into the act, pulling the Christmas tree skirt out from under grandma's tree and wrapping himself in it.







Okay, so I need help in how to post pictures in a reasonable order on the blog.

Snow Days, Snow Days....

Snow days, snow days, dear old golden rule days. Okay, so they're not exactly the right words. But thought it a catchy tune to modify for our snowy weather. Monday school was delayed by 1 1/2 hours.




Tuesday it was business as usual. Wednesday I didn't bother checking the school closure reports since there was no new snow. Boy, was I surprised when I pulled up to CSR's school to find it closed. What a waste of a perfectly good school day. So much for getting some Christmas shopping done. Of course, today was a different story. Snow, snow and more snow. I took the boys for a quick toboggan ride down the lane. They loved it. Until we got back in the yard and the toboggan tipped and RTR ended up doing a face plant. Then he was ready to go inside.

Counter Intelligence

RTR is proving each day just how intelligent he is. His brain is always working, figuring things out. One of his latest tricks is pushing one of the kid size chairs to the corner of the kitchen counter, climbing up on the chair and then trying to reach whatever is there, preferably food or a sharp knife.

Santa Claus is Coming To Town

We met up with Santa Claus this afternoon. Anyone looking at this picture might wonder, hmm... how come CSR is in it and not RTR. Well, RTR burst into tears when we placed him on Santa's lap. So that will be how the professional photograph will turn out. It will be ready in a week. I was able to snap these pictures of CSR and Santa. Before they looked at the camera, CSR was talking to Santa. Being too busy working my camera, I didn't have a chance to hear what they were chatting about. Hopefully, it wasn't ALL about what's on his Christmas list.