Archive for December, 2009

Blizzard 2009

Snow Cave 1
Snow Cave 2
Making Hot Chocolate
Hopped up on hot chocolate

There was 8-10 inches of snow on the ground this morning when we woke up. Unfortunately the snow was very dry, to dry, in fact, to make good on our promise to have a day making snow people. Your disappointment on this matter, however, was short lived. After the always arduous task of getting your snow gear on you and Mom headed outside to meet the neighbors and play in the snow, I followed soon after. After getting the driveway dug out (thanks Anna) we moved to the front yard to make some snow angels and a “Snow Mound”. I piled all the snow from the sidewalk, and some from the yard, into a big pile at the front of the yard. You made some windows and dug around with your rosy read cheeks as I finished off the walkway and patio.

Before heading in for the day we dug out a snow cave, in classic form, however, you were more interested in destroying it than playing in it, though I did manage to snap a couple of pictures in said cave.

After destroying the snow cave your hands started getting cold and we decided to go inside and warm our toes by the fire. You mom had the brilliant idea to make some hot chocolate. So while she worked on getting dinner started and making ready for cookies, you helped me make the chocolate which was topped off with some “Fluff” in lieu of marshmallows.

As I write this you are about halfway through your cup and are already way out of control. For example you just jumped up and down on the couch for about 5 minutes exited about football being on and demanding to know where the gamecocks are, all the while pounding on my back. Following that display you suggested that we go tackle Mommy…then you took off and tackled her (though I don’t think you actually brought her down).

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The Fonz

So back in October our friend John came to visit us in Spain. While there he tried to get you to tell us “what the fonz says”. However, you refused to say the iconic “Ayyy”, choosing instead to put up your thumb and say “Beeee”.

In the midst of all our travels we quickly pushed this to the back of our minds. Until last night at dinner when you started asking (with your thumbs up) “who says Beeee, daddy”. It took us about ten minutes before your mother correctly guessed the Fonz.

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