Hey there, wintertime buddies. Wanna hear something crazy? Last Saturday (as of last Thursday), my porch was totally dry. And then, afternoon-ish time, when we were checking the weather, there was a giant 'ole red exclamation point next to all the weather. So we clicked on that red exclamation point.
WINTER STORM WARNING! Hide your kids! Hide your wives!
Thus, we prepared. And by prepared we were like, "whatever, it's a normal winter day in Chicago."
BUT WAIT. It gets better. About the time it started pouring snow all over our poor, innocent faces, the warning on the weather report changed. The winter storm warning was still there, but starting Sunday afternoon, there was a BLIZZARD WARNING.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To be fair, we were actually quite excited. I don't know how many of you have been in a super legit blizzard before, but it's really cool . . . so long as you're inside your well-insulated home with a good stock of hot chocolate and Boursin cheese (and don't forget the crackers!). You just shouldn't drive anywhere. Well, the next morning before we got a chance to shower for church, we got all the texts and emails from everything saying that church was canceled.
At first I was like, "Really? Really? Seriously?"
And then I looked at what was happening out the window.
And by that I mean that we got about 20" of snow in just over 24 hours.
So it's probably really good for everyone's health that church was canceled. But it made for a really fun week full of snow adventures!
Sunday after lunch (but before the real BLIZZARD hit), the kids and Mike bundled up and just went out on the balcony. As you can see, visibility was already not great, and the snow was up to Katie's knees before she and Mike tromped it down for the boys to walk on.
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| Isn't Josh attractive? |
Of course, the real fun began Monday, after the blizzard passed over and we could actually go outside! I dragged the boys across the street to our common area-thingy on their sled, because there was SO MUCH SNOW!!!!! And then, after we got to the snow and Katie and I started tromping around playing in it, Peter asked me to set him on his "boat" on top of the snow. You know, because the snow went up past his waste.
Yeah, we had a good time. And fortunately for you, I've been keeping track of a bunch of the adorable (or not-so-adorable) things my hooligans have said. Prepare to be inundated with shenanigans.
Me: (something about something old-fashioned to Mike)
Katie: I'm not old-fashioned!
Me: Nope, you're new-fangled.
Katie: I'm beautiful-fangled!
Me: Jesus wants me for a sunbeam!
Katie: Mom, you know your belly jiggles when you jump?
Me: (Fortunately, nothing I was thinking came out of my mouth at this point.)
So, Mike and I have been toying with the idea of looking for a new place this summer when our lease runs out, because I've seen a few houses (with yards!) for rent for less than we're paying now. We were talking a little about it last weekend while eating lunch and Katie immediately stuck her head up from her sandwich and shouted, "MOVE BACK TO BOISE!!!"
We tried to explain that we couldn't move back to Boise right now, and she was like, "yes we can. We just need to get a truck and drive for a few days!"
My boys have really started being cute with their language. Most of the things they say aren't really quote-worthy, but the adorable way that Peter says "thank you!" Or the way Joshy annunciates "apple juice!" But they have their quirks. For example,
Me: What do you guys want for lunch?
Katie: I dunno, a quesadilla I guess.
Peter: Chicken nuggets, ketchup, barbie sauce!
Josh: Nuggets! Barbie sauce!
I swear, they would have chicken nuggets with "barbie" sauce for every meal. And Josh would eat all the nuggets, and Peter would lick off all the sauce. Luckily, I'm a good mom who at least supplements the chicken nuggets with milk and fruit.
My favorite thing recently, though, has been Joshy's identity crisis. One of the funny things about their being twins is that they learned each other's names before they learned their own. And now that they're basically speaking English, they know everybody's names. But Joshy . . . has been a little confused.
I first started realizing it whenever I'd have Josh in front of a mirror, after the bath or washing his hands or whatever. And I'd say, "Who's that?" And he'd say, "Petey!" At first I just thought he was confused by his reflection, because even if they look way different from each other, they still look like little blond brothers. But then we'd be playing the game at dinner where we point to everybody around the table and say, "who's that?" When I'd point to Josh he'd say, "Petey!" And then Peter would get really offended and say, "No! Joshy!"
I think we're getting it figured out, though. I've only gotten him to say "Josh" a couple of times, but he doesn't call himself Peter anymore. Even though it was a little hilarious to watch his brother get offended.
It's late now, and I'm kind of tired. Want some pictures? Well, here you go.
That was seriously the least blurry shot we got that night. Those boys LOVE jumping on Katie's bed. It makes me really nervous to ever think about letting them have toddler beds, even though I'll have to let them eventually. The hooligans.
