Last Week...

When we're at home, Josh gets in moods where he wants to just talk talk talk. He often makes up songs for whatever he's doing, or just asks random questions that he already knows the answers to. Whatever it takes to keep the conversation going.

The other day, he and I were discussing something and there was a pause for few seconds, which apparently made him uncomfortable because he quickly started looking around the room for something to talk about. He looked straight up and asked, "Mommy, umm....what's the ceiling doing?"

I realized he didn't really need a solid explanation for that, so I just said, "I don't know. What's it doing?"

To which he responded, "It's just hanging."  Hmm. Obviously. Then he moved onto his next series of very important questions. He's quite the interesting conversationalist these days.

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That same day he was doing all sorts of new things by himself, and I asked him "How are you only two? You seem like you're five sometimes!"

He quickly corrected me in an exasperated tone, "I'm two and a HALF, Mommy."

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As he was giving my baby belly a very sweet hug, I said "I wish the baby would kick right now so you could feel him move!"

Josh looked up at me with a furrowed brow and said, "But I think he has no feet. He can't kick me."

So it seems like we're back to not fully understanding what's going on, because Josh seems to think that "baby boy" is just a nickname for my huge belly. There couldn't possibly be a real baby inside. That would be crazy.

Snow Day

This morning, these two little angels invited us out to go sledding. It was a perfect day for snow play! The temperature stayed around 20-25 degrees (which is actually considered nice around here) and we even got a little sunshine!

  Josh loved his cool new blue snow suit.

He was the least daring when it came to hills, as you can see. Even little A (8 months younger) dove belly first after her big brother to keep up! This was our first snow play day this winter, and Josh's very first time sledding, so it took him a while to warm up to it. The kids had a blast throwing snow, making a "snow fire", chasing squirrels, and sledding down a perfectly tiny hill.

Back to our friends' place to defrost and sip hot cocoa before heading home for lunch. Mmmmm.

These three held hands the whole way home. Friends are the best!

New Year

I guess I should have made goals and changes on New Years, like most respectable people traditionally do.  But I figure 1/11/11 is almost as good as 1/1/11 to make a fresh start.

I've decided to revamp my method/style of journaling. So many days, there are extremely cute things that happen in my home that I want to remember. But by the time I get around to making an organized post with pictures and such, I forget the majority of those moments and start cursing myself as a mother. I want my Snowbabies to be able to look back at this journal/scrapbook of a blog and see exactly when it was that they took their first steps, read their first book, made their first creme brulee....You know, the basic things they have to report about in their seventh grade autobiography project.

So this is my public declaration of a goal I have set for myself this year -- to write things down as they happen. Even if it's just a few sentences every other day or so. I feel like life is happening too fast recently, and I  want to remember everything. Yes, that means if you continue to read this blog, you will definitely hear more details about my family that could bore you to tears. Sorry. My blog.

For starters, last week Josh made his first attempt to write letters! He was painting with watercolors and tried to copy his name, which I had written on the page. He made a backwards J, a very squiggly line as he whispered "ethsssssss", and a remarkably good H. I was so impressed! After I squealed and praised him and did a little proud-mama-dance around the living room, he hurriedly took a large helping of blue paint on his brush and covered up the letters so I'd have no proof of his genius. (He's very modest, you know.) So I don't have a picture or a page to put in his memory box, but now I at least have a memory. It was a wonderful day.

And to go back to my comment about life happening too fast, Josh has also started trying to dress/undress himself, turn on his own videos, heat up his own chicken nuggets in the microwave, "read" books to himself, open up his games on my phone, boss around younger kids, and tie his own shoelaces. He's practically ready for high school! (Except for the whole potty training thing. But come on...you've seen high school bathrooms. Some of those teenagers have definitely not figured out how to use a toilet right.) 

AND he gives the most precious, gentle hugs to my belly these days that I think he's finally understanding that there's a real baby boy in there. It turns my insides to goo and makes my eyeballs sting. He's going to be such a good big brother.