Apparently lots of snow and road closures equals no shipments to the Wal*Mart! The store here isn't known for being well stocked as it is, but today was an exception even for them. There were a few half gallons of Whole milk, some strawberry milk, and lots of soy 'milk'.
I was not the only person taking pictures of the refrigerator in the Wal*Mart. There were quite a few people standing around asking if it was a joke or something...
We got more snow overnight. A bit more than the 6-8 inches they'd called for.
This is the patio just outside Wyatt's room. Just to the left of this picture was is drift about six feet tall. There were drifts up over the bed of Ben's work truck this morning when he left, which is a little funny if you get to watch him go out to start it before he leaves. It's funny because he just puts his flip-flops on and does a little dance through the snow. Maybe it's one of those things you've gotta see.....
This isn't a great picture, but since he was sleeping I didn't really want to mess around too much.
I put mascara on him, and just wanted to show off his lashes. There is hardly any, but you can see the tips a little more.
This was the last day that the swing lived at our house. He got too big, as you probably could see from the last picture of him in it. So, the swing went to live with Kylee. She's much smaller for the time being.
Wyatt loved the swing, and tried to get into it on his own, as you can see. He actually had both hands on it at one point pulling himself up, and I didn't have the camera handy.
Um. I'm a bad mommy. Wyatt was playing on the floor with this cute little duck, and apparently stuck a chunk of it in an outlet. He drools a lot, and that was enough to spark a little fire.
So we lost one duck, and gained one pyromaniac.
Both my boys like to be read to, Ezra for the stories and Wyatt because he likes to chew on them.
They are lucky enough to have a daddy with a lap to fit both of them!
This was a few weeks ago, when both boys were feeling good. Ezra likes(d) to play with this bag, and was kind enough to share it with Wyatt. He also shared the blanket. Wyatt attacked the bag with a vengeance, and tolerated the blanket.
It's a very aggressive look for such a sweet boy.
As poorly as Ezra is feeling, Wyatt is happy. He's enjoying the fact that Ezra is mostly unconscious and he doesn't have to share the attention quite as much.
This is later this afternoon, doesn't he look like Ben?
My cool story for the day/week/month/year goes like this: Once upon a time there was a very sick little boy who's mommy was very worried about him. He was running a fever of 105.2, and she was about to take him to the hospital when her landlord stopped by to check on some things around the house. The landlord noticed the sweet little boy on the couch, and asked to pray for him. The worried mommy didn't hesitate. They prayed over the little boy, and the landlord went on his way. Soon after he left, the sick boy went to sleep. He slept a very deep sleep for a few hours, and when he woke, the fever was gone. Not just down, GONE. He ate dinner, asked for cookies, and drank Gatorade to his hearts content. After playing with the much relieved mommy, the little boy asked for his cup and headed to bed.
Happily Ever After.
I just love this picture, even though its very fuzzy and dark because I took it on my phone.
He gets this goofy look with his nose all wrinkled up and his eyes squinted closed, and it makes me stupid. Stupid as in I am incapable of forming an intelligent thought when he does it.
