Little Man Miles & the White Stuff

What to do when you don't own a sled, part 2

Yep, that's a piece of plastic. Not a snazzy as the wagon.

What to do when you don't own a sled, part 1

The White Stuff has arrived!

This is the day where we watch the world turn white, whilst hiding inside, in all of our snugly warm glory, swilling coffee and cocoa. Tomorrow, once the giant bottle of White Out has stopped spilling, we will be turning Little Man loose in the white stuff. We don't really have snow clothes for kiddo- just haven't needed them- but his Dada just scored some teeny boots (think they were made for little ladies) and a sled, so there is no turning back.

All in all, it's been a quiet and peaceful day. Watch Serena pound her way to another Slam victory. I've set the DVR to capture the men's final- which airs live at 3:30 am. So before our frozen water frolicking commences, we will have to watch the match. I think I might be pulling for Murray this time. Nothing says winter wonderland like watching the Australian Open.

Update on the wild child's night

Someone did indeed get bitten, but this time it was not me. Woo-hoo!

After Miles' performance in the high chair, we all went to his room to play a little toddler soccer. In the heat of the moment, after successfully blocking Dada's cross-room goal shot, Miles raced over to Dada's backside and bit his butt.

Seriously, I don't know what has funnier: (1) Jesse howling over his injured fanny or (2) Miles evil laugh in response to his dad's reaction. To ensure that order and justice remained in our house, I gave Miles a yellow card and Jesse a warning for show-boating.

From now on, I will discipline my child using sports methods. There will be fines and penalties, maybe even a penalty box if there is left over wood from our huge kitchen overhaul (will show you soon). Clearly, my work here is done.

JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!

He's off his rocker.

All play and (little to) no nap makes Miles ka-ray-zee! You'd think he'd been at a rave, twirling glo-sticks and chugging water. But noooo, this is how my little, somber angel is acting these days. I hope he crashes tonight; Lord knows that space shuttle Discovery Miles is rapidly headed for re-entry, and we (the crew) are getting a little anxious about his landing. I'm hoping that I can make it through the night without a bite mark.

Blogging

So, if you are a blogger, are you supposed to blog daily? Are there some rules out there that govern the "blogosphere"? Heard on NPR this afternoon that the Pope is contemplating writing a blog and that he already has a facebook page. I'm not trying to set my bar to the Papal standard, but clearly I need to start posting more often.

Zombie Mama has returned.

The only thing light about me these days is my sleep. Omniscient is the best way to describe my "restful" states, in that I hear every squeak and creak the boy makes. Typically, I am exhausted from my middle schoolers enough to sleep 2/3 through the night. Sadly, last night was an exception.

Like my car, I will coasting to work on fumes. My tank is empty; I will be operating on 90 minutes of sleep. On the flip side, Miles should be well-rested. He needed snuggle time from both mommy and daddy. I was able to get him down for the count at 3:30 with extra blankies, soft music, a binkie and back pats. It took me another 30 minutes to unwind.

And then it happened...

My alarm goes off. I woke up half an hour ago and start the drip on my coffee IV. Now I am off to find some tape; seems like the best way to ensure that my eyes stay open.

Miles pulled another all nighter on Friday, kind of. He went down at 8 pm but was ready to boogie at 2 am- and he stayed up through breakfast. Jesse covered that stretch, so guess it is only fair that I am pooped today. Ahhh, the joys of parenthood.

Chez Thomas, round two

Last Saturday night...

Last night...
We are cooking at home so much more often, primarily because what we are fixin' up is amazing! Feta, garlic, broccolini... being bold and frugal is delicious. I have always wanted to learn how to cook, but have been pigeon-holed as the "salad maker." Though I can't take any credit for the afore-posted meats, that the hubs' domain, the sides and salads are all me. If you like what you see, please join us for Taco Salad night tomorrow. You just missed soup and grilled cheese night. Clearly, I am having too much fun turning everyday into a food night. And yes, there is typically a plate of chicken nuggets off to the side for my tiny diner- but to his credit, Miles now digs lasagna and chicken noodle soup.

Another good weekend with Uncle Dude