SNOW! It started
snowing on Friday night, so on Saturday morning we woke up to a couple of
inches. Ali and I went out to shovel
because I knew it was supposed to continue snowing for the rest of the day and
I figured we had better get out while she could still walk in it. She thought it was great fun but it was
snowing so hard that it was piling up on her jacket and hair and
eyelashes. She didn’t seem to mind though.
As you can see, we even put her to work!
That evening, she was very entertained by the
snowplows. It was already dark and they
have lots of flashing lights. Every
time it passed, she looked at me and signed “more”. Yes, Mommy can do lots of things, but I can’t make a snowplow
drive by again. Lucky for me it did
drive by again and again and again, about a dozen times.
Again, you will have to wait for these pictures (I’m usually
a few days behind) but the following morning we woke up to about 8+
inches! What else was there to do, but
bundle up and go play. Alison couldn't
really walk in all the snow but we put her in her sled and took turns dragging
her around the backyard. She giggled
the whole time and each time we stopped it was “more, more, more.” While Daddy shoveled the front walk, I
pulled Ali part way up the neighbor’s sidewalk and because nothing was shoveled
below our house it was kind of like a bobsled run. I ran with her part way down the ever-so-gently-sloping hill and
pushed her down to Daddy. Trust me, I
know it doesn’t sound safe, but it was. I mean come on, it’s me we’re taking about. She only rode by herself for about 10 feet and there was nowhere
she could go but straight to Chris. Anyway, she had a blast! After a
little more Mommy and Daddy powered sledding in the backyard and a face plant
(Daddy’s fault, not mine and she was fine 2 minutes later) it was time to go
But wait, it gets better. On Monday we went to my friend Gail’s house
(Jack’s mom) – they have some good sled runs in their backyard! We thought Alison would love this, but sadly,
not so much. She did giggle a little
but I think some snow blew into her face on the way down or something and it
made her cry every time. Either that or
she was just sad to stop. Who
knows. But she had an ok time and an even
better time once we went inside to play with all of Jack’s toys.
We are still enjoying the snow in our flat backyard and are
supposed to get another storm this afternoon. It should bring another few inches at least. Fun, fun.
I guess if you have been looking at the pictures you know
but a few weekends ago, Ali and I finally got out of the house, after 10+ days stuck inside due to below zero temps and wind chills. Not fun. I really needed to get out, so we all went out to the Olive Garden for
lunch and to a nearby mall to ride the carousel. Alison did a great job at the restaurant and as expected, loved
the merry go round. She giggled just
watching it go around and then had a blast once she was on it. Immediately when it stopped, she signed
“more, more, more.” We rode twice and
probably would have gone again had it not been past her naptime.
The photo above is what she looked like on the way home.
The following week, it finally warmed up enough for us to
play outside again, on some days at least. Hooray! On flickr, the caption
of this picture said something like ‘it finally warmed up enough so we could go
outside – her cheeks were pink from the cold, it was maybe 13 degrees.’ To that my mom commented: “You call that warm?” Well, when you live here, you can’t wait
around for above freezing temperatures or you wouldn’t go out at all for like a
month. You just have to make sure the
wind chill is in double digits, bundle up and out you go for a very short
amount of time. It works if that’s all
you can do.
That pretty much brings us to this weekend. It snowed a couple of inches Friday night
and for most of the day Saturday. We
got at least 8 inches total and it was “warm” – like 30 degrees! Chris even took the day off from work yesterday,
so we had a long, fun, snow filled weekend. Sadly there are no pictures yet because something is a little messed up
with the picture counter on the Sony and it’s trying to replace existing
pictures on the computer when I try to crop and edit them. Not good! I guess that’s what happens when you take over 10,000 pictures with a
camera. Chris has to work his magic and
fix it. Until then, know that there
will soon be pictures of Ali helping me shovel (the first two inches of snow)
and of her riding in the Mommy and Daddy powered sled in the backyard – that
has to be the worst thing about the Midwest, we get all this snow but there are
no hills. We did take a few with the
Nikon, maybe I’ll try to get some of those up later today. Until then, be patient.
A while back I made a post about all of Alison’s crazy
ducks. Since then, the collection has
grown. Beginning last summer when my
parents brought by far the craziest duck of all, behold the Ichiro duck:
He was thoughtfully sent by my sister as a joke and of
course as an addition to the already not quite normal duck collection. He used to belong to my nephew Jesse. Thanks, he’s a little scary, but
thanks. Boy, did Ali check him out - I’m not sure she knew what to make of him.
She was also given a couple of Christmas ducks from Santa,
he must have known about her unusual collection. Lastly, my parents sent some Valentine’s goodies for Ali and included in the loot were 4 more ducks, a mama with three babies that can be carried in her back. Just right for this
collection. The three baby ducks are
actually the only normal looking ducks she has! If you look closely they are all different too. What a find, thanks Grandma and Grandpa W.
Alison kisses everything! For a while it was just a few choice things – some toys, mommy, daddy,
things like that. But now she kisses
everything and has become quite lazy about it as well. She doesn’t even put her lips to things
anymore, she just makes a lip smacking sound in the general direction of
whatever she is showing her affection to. This is a good thing actually because a while ago when I told her I had
to put something in the garbage, she walked over with me and kissed in the
direction of the can. Do you love that
garbage? “Uhm hmmm.”
At least Daddy and I still get contact kisses –
sometimes. They are still special to us
even though she also kisses the cars, people and animals that walk by our
house, her spoon, all of her toys, the railing on the way down the stairs, you
name it. I would like to think that she
loves us a little more than she loves the garbage. But you never know, she could just be a very loving little girl.
The other day I dressed Alison up and tried to get a cute picture for our Valentines. Whenever I try to get a good picture, I can't. I don't pose her because it never works, so instead I just followed/chased her all over the house. She's a very busy little girl. I got a few contenders but this is one of my favorites. It pretty much sums up the attempt. I love the eye rolling.
I have many of the pictures on flickr (available only to family for now). I urge all the Grandmas and Grandpas to go there and try to guess which one is on it's way to you.
These pictures crack me up. Alison is sad because she found a sad crab in her Rainbow Fish leap pad
book. On this particular page there are
9 crabs and when you press them they all say a different feeling – crabby crab,
happy crab, angry crab, shy crab, etc. Well she found the sad crab and this is the look she gave me. She was genuinely sad for this crab. She actually had tears in her eyes. I know it sounds bad, but I had to laugh
a little. I mean, look at her and tell me you don't think this is funny.
For a while now, Alison has been noticing the letter “o”
everywhere. She points is out in books
we read and this is a picture of her from dinner a couple of weeks ago. First she saw a magazine on table and kept
pointing to it saying “O”. It was HOME
magazine, so we said very good, there is an “o” on there. Then while she was eating dinner she noticed
that there was an “O” on her HellO Kitty plate. Again, very good sweetheart. During this particular dinner, she must have
said “O” twenty times. So Daddy, being
a smartass, asked her what her favorite letter was. Her reply: “B”. Outsmarted! Too bad
we didn’t name her BOB.
Last night she also found the O on the Nikon camera. This could be a problem. We could have a lot of pictures like this.