The Greats

We had our good friends, Rob and Kathy, over to watch the Super Bowl. Thomas is always very excited when Great Rob and Great Kathy come over for dinner. I made chili and they brought some munchies. Great Rob tried to teach Thomas the art of dipping and eating shrimp. Thomas was intrigued but didn't actually eat the shrimp. I'm wondering if we have found the 2nd food that he won't eat. The 1st being mashed potatoes. All in all, we are pretty blessed. He eats everything (except shrimp and mashed potatoes) with gusto.

So, why the "Greats?" Rob and Kathy are very dear friends of ours. They aren't related so they wouldn't be Aunt or Uncle or Great Aunt or Great Uncle- so, they are just Great. They are SO good to Thomas and we are really fortunate to have them as friends. (Thanks Kathy for the inspiration).

Nothing Sweeter

Nothing sweeter than a sleeping child. Thomas has been going to bed with all of his "friends" lately.

Worker Bees

As if we haven't been busy enough the last year, we decided to start finishing our basement this winter. When finished, it will add just under 1000 sq feet of additional living space for us. It is our project for when the weather is too bad to go out. Thomas LOVES to work in the basement. We are in the framing stages of the bedroom, bath, storage, and living room. He is always working on something when we are in the basement. Monkey see, monkey do. He LOVES tools and is amazingly proficient in using them for someone of his age.


On another note, Alan has had some good news at work. He is now on the advisory committee for his school and is the lead 6th grade teacher. He'll have to go to Cincinnati for 4 days the end of February for training. In addition, he will be participating in the extended day program. He'll be working some longer days but will compensated greatly for his extra efforts in making his school a better place for learning.

Alan's New Toy

So, here it is - Alan and Thomas' new toy. Our new truck was delivered yesterday. We thought it was going to be black, so we were a bit surprised, but like this color just the same.

Shoppin'

So, is it bad that Thomas now pretends to shop? When we go to the store I am constantly telling him, "You can't eat/open/play with/take home ________, until we pay." To which he normally demonstrates a mini-toddler-tantrum in the checkout. When I was unloading the dishwasher he was pushing his cart around and filling it with all his favorite toys, then he decided to "pay." So, he's using his picinic table as the checkout and "paying" for all his stuff. Like mother, like son. If only I could use the money out of his Fisher Price Piggy Bank toy like he was.

Oh yeah, we're home today because it's a snow day. The third one this week. I feel kind of guilty that I'm not really working but still getting paid - is that how welfare works?

Peer Pressure

The ladies at work have been pressuring me to join Facebook. After months of their "Facebook talk" about all their new friends and the cool games they are playing, I have joined. So, I hope I can keep up with 2 guilty pleasures at the same time (the blog and Facebook). So, if you're cool like me, come find me on Facebook. If you're not cool, like the me of yesterday, don't. LOL!

We have our fingers crossed for a snowday - a blizzard is forecasted...

Enough Already!

It has been snowing on and off since Friday. I've had about all the snow I can take, and it's only January. I have a feeling it is going to be a long winter. It's not the snow that I despise, it's the bitter cold, windy days. The forecasted high of 8 degrees for Thursday has me waiting in anticipation. (Picture me rolling my eyes) Today wasn't too cold, so Alan took Thomas out to plow. Yeah Daddy! Thomas was thrilled to help. I was thrilled to have the house to myself for half an hour. While I was lying on the couch relaxing I heard noise coming from the deck. I was pleasantly surprised to find Alan making snow angels in the 12" of snow on the deck. Thomas was using his shovel to throw snow on Alan's legs.

On another note, our perfect little sleeper has hit a snafu. He has been in a big boy bed since he was 18 months old. Since that time, he would wait on his bed for someone to get him upon wakening. Not anymore. He came to visit for the first time Friday morning after hearing Alan's alarm. Not such a big deal. The past two days he has come down by himself after his nap. Not a big deal. This morning he came for a visit at 4:30am. This is a big deal. Being lazy, I thought I would invite him into our bed. Didn't work. He wanted to talk. So we took him back to his room at 5, put a baby gate on his doorway and left. I think he went back to sleep, but I can't be positive. All his lights were on when I went to get him at 6:15. The icing on the cake was the dog throwing up and Alan trying to get him outside as quickly as possible at 5:15am. Ugh.

It's amazing how quickly we can forget the nights of getting up every 2-3 hours for feedings and what not and how quickly we can get annoyed with being woken up once.