Trying to capture our days and our adventures just seems like so much work, on top of all the work I already do taking care of children, holding a law job, and trying to maintain a marriage and a house. Some days are awesome and I just don't know how to capture the awesomeness into words. Other days are horrible and I similarly don't know how to capture the horribleness into words.
In addition to this, there was that scare a couple months back where some creep took photos of my oldest son and tried to pass him off as her son. I did reverse imagine google searches and found that several other of my photos had been stolen and used by other websites without my permission. That just skeeves me out. It didn't stop me from posting pictures, but ever time I hit the post button, I felt a twinge of guilt. And my oldest is going on 8. I think it's time to respect his online privacy a little more.
I may post a little bit here and there as it suits me. But for the meantime, you can probably expect me to continue this slow blogging pace.
I'll end this little post on a high note and share a bit about our last couple days.
I forced the kids to go hiking with me yesterday. We hiked all of .3 miles before everyone got too cold. They were already cranky to begin with because they were mad I was forcing them outside. And they refuse to wear jackets or proper outdoor wear. Apparently, it's better to freeze to death than do what your mom says.
Can you tell how excited Ryan is? His shoulders are hunched from the weight of all the excitement.
Ryan: hating me and nature
But despite freezing hands, Jon LOVED hiking. He was the hiking king. He wanted to lead the way, blankie and all.
We're going hiking?
Woo hoo! Let's go!
It's alright guys. I got this.
I can't wait all day.
Today was also full of outdoor fun- we finally got some snow! The kids started screaming when they saw large flakes fall from the sky. They ran outside (in short sleeves) and hollered while running up and down the street. These kids rarely ever see snow. (I was born in Alaska, so I kinda feel like I've betrayed some innate duty to connect them to the snow on a regular basis).
Flakes fell for three hours but we only got a light dusting. It was enough to keep the kids busy and ecstatic. They built (the world's saddest) snow-fort. They had snow ball fights. They played snow baseball. They had snow races. They dug and shoveled snow for HOURS. Wearing nothing but long t-shirts and crocs. I finally made Jacob put on a jacket, but Ryan refused.
They are snow BEASTS. And they have officially earned a sledding (and maybe a ski) trip up to the mountains.
Jon Jon wasn't sure what to make of all the cold, white stuff. At first, he just stared in awe.
I LOVE this picture of Jon. That overs-sized hat kills me. A hipster in the making.
Then he toddled around excitedly, watching his feet make snow tracks and only stopped to stare up at the falling flakes.
Then he fell a couple times and was ready for it all to go away.
So we came inside and he had his first hot coa-coa. :)