What goes down, must come up...

This afternoon Hubby and I took Boo for her first real big kid sledding experience. Boo learned important lessons about sledding today. She laughed, she cried, she got knocked on her butt by some random kid... All in all, she had a blast. In the last picture, she is telling me that she is "a real good sledder".

You want me to do WHAT in THAT???

Excuse me, but you can't be serious!!!



Alright, alright - I know what happens when I go on the carpet!


Thank goodness I'm back inside! Please don't make me do that again!

Let It Snow!

Will Boo remember trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue?

My dog is wearing a sweater today

It is warmer in freaking Alaska than it is here. -29 with windchill. Shoot me.

We have cheese!

Government cheese, that is. It only took 96 days from the time Hubby first applied for unemployment benefits. Ninety-six days??? Thank God we didn't need the money to, oh, I don't know... EAT, PAY BILLS, LIVE. Ninety-six days is ridiculous. That's 96 days, six in-person trips to the unemployment office to inquire on status, four additional forms that had to be filled out due to misinformation from the "Information Center".

We've never had cheese before. It's kind of strange.

The first barf of the New Year

I'm talking about Boo.

Hubby and I stayed at home on NYE - not a drop of alcohol in sight although we totally could have used it with these two yahoos pictured above. We watched t.v. and refereed arguments between Boo and Giggles, who spent the night with us. The girls made their own mini pizzas, frosted "pupcakes" (Boo'ism), and bickered about everything - who was first, who was right, who "won", who was smarter, blah blah blah. (As I listened to them, I thought to myself - why on Earth would any sane person have more than two kids? Once they start to outnumber you, you're totally screwed.) They almost made it to midnight. Almost.

The next day we took them to the local children's museum, which is just an awesome place. (Thank you, Mom & Dad, for the membership!) The girls had a good time - sort of. I mean, they were so busy bickering and whining it was hard to tell. Alas, it was time to leave, and Boo had her customary melt down on the way to the car (sorry, could not get it on film).

We stopped for some burgers before dropping Giggles off at home. They primarily discussed barf in great detail. Lovely. As we stood up to leave, that is exactly what Boo did - all over herself, the floor, and a few unfortunate customers.

She was sick most of the night, but I am relieved to share that the child knows how to aim for the bowl. Happy New Year!

A resolution to remember

I resolved not to make any resolutions. I figure after the wild ride we had in 2008, I don't need the pressure.