Thursday, March 25, 2010

Look at that great big pile of dirt.



And its free dirt. You just have to shovel it yourself.


What's the catch? Nothing is ever free right. Well this is kind of like recycled dirt.


This is why its free. Its manure. GROSS!!! My husband is still trying to make me more of a country girl. Lets be honest, just because it's old poop doesn't mean its dirt. It's still poop. I better get huge wife points for shoveling poop.





Tuesday, March 2, 2010

old snow day post





The same time it rained at our house, it was snowing up in the mountains. So my mountain man husband was itching to get out and play in it. Most people stay inside, read a book with a cup of hot chocolate, but not my mountain man.




Action shot... It is only ok to throw snowballs at DAD. When the boys saw the snow they asked, "Are we in idaho?"




You know you live in southern California if you use a boogie board to go sledding.



Monday, March 1, 2010

old update post rainy days

I love little boys.



I love big boys too.



and they love the rain.


We figured everything would get wet anyway, so why where sock and shoes.


Way to go dad! Thanks for creating a dad/son moment. You are the coolest dad around.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

it snowed in hell

Anyone who knows my husband, will know that he is not fond of living in California. So this blog is dedicated to him. The other day it hailed as part of a heavy rain storm. I heard this phrase coming from the front door. "Look honey, it is snowing in Hell." I guess Hell has finally frozen over and we are still living in California.






Monday, February 15, 2010

daddy's helpers

The best way to teach a child to work, is to work along side him.










Granted, it does take twice as long to complete the project and clean up after the children, but there was a parenting moment in there somewhere.

Kissing

At what age does mother affection come taboo? This is my two year old. He is convinced that I am "his woman!!"



This is what is does in front of Dad to mark is territory. Notice the vice like grip he has on my head. He will stay like this, until Dad comes over and says "Hey, that's my woman!" and tickles him. Sometimes for a whole minute. My face is wet all over by the time he's done, but its worth my son still liking kissing his mom.