Winter time stories

A continutation of Julia's...

YOU KNOW IT"S WINTER WHEN...

You consider "getting the mail" as an errand. It's too cold to just go out and get the mail so you make it errand number one on your list and drive your car to the mailbox. Which is at the end of your driveway.

Your arm hair is in fact dark. Not blonde.

You don't have to worry about running errands with milk in the trunk. It's being refridgerated while you're out.

You don't have to worry about taking the milk inside the house to the fridge when you get home. You can simply leave it on a shelf in the garage.

You make a special trip to Target for windshield washer fluid because yours ran out. But, when you go to pour more in, you realize that the fluid was just frozen, not empty.

You sleep with a fleece blanket under the top sheet so that when your spouse rolls over, the cold air won't come in and attack you.

You could sand a piece of wood with your knuckles.

You could start a fire by rubbing your un-shaven legs together really fast.

Typing at the computer for too long threatens to give your fingers frost bite.

You make a slide for the kids using the leaf from your table. And they are thrilled.

You never want to get out of the shower, you like hanging out in the laundry room while the dryer is going and getting into bed at night is your favorite part of the day.

How do you know it's winter?

A Winter's Day, in a Deep and Dark December

We had a very winterish day today. Don't you love how I make up words? We woke up this morning to a light cover of snow. While we waited for Daddy to wake up (he worked late) we played triceratops (more to come on that), Darth Vader (if you are Destroy) and Darth Mater (if you are Search). Destroy filled me in on his dream that he had that night where I turned ugly and ate him. When I puked him out he got stuck in my throat and tried to claw his way out but resorted to yelling loudly. When he finally got out of my throat, I had turned into my friend Nancy. I was just glad it wasn't another dream about Darth Vader. Ok, so sorry about the tangent. I realize that that had nothing to do what-so-ever with winter.

When Daddy finally woke up we made our favorite breakfast. We have recently discovered the BEST bacon. Oscar Meyer Center Cut Bacon is where it's at. A little more pricey but well worth it. The kids go nuts for it and we usually end up fighting over the last piece. Breakfast is not complete without Dole's Pine-Orange Banana juice, scrambled eggs with cheese and whole wheat pancakes. I can no longer eat Krusteaz pancakes (maybe just because of the name) after eating these pancakes.

1 c white flour
1 c wheat flour
2 T sugar
2 t baking powder
1 t baking soda
1/4 t salt

2 c buttermilk
2 eggs (or 4 egg whites)
2 T oil

The other great thing about this breakfast is that I don't have to feed the kids lunch because they are so full from breakfast!

By the time we were done eating, there was 3-4 inches of snow outside. We put on our snow clothes and headed out to make a snowman. Destroy made the head all by himself. Search just really likes to eat the snow and play with his trucks, so he didn't participate much in making Frosty. Until we brought out the eyes, mouth and buttons. Then he became interested.
Jordan, do you recognize the scarf? I think you gave it to me for Christmas when we were roomies. Unfortunately Frosty's ego did not allow him to wear a hat. His head was just too big. As we brainstormed what to use for the eyes, mouth and buttons (Destroy had long since taken care of the carrot nose), I went inside the house to see what I could find. I came out with forgotten Halloween candy and cookies left from playgroup. we used malt balls for the mouth and star cookies for the buttons. I thought I was pretty brilliant to use suckers for the eyes because they stuck in so well until I came out a few hours later and noticed that Frosty was crying some unhappy purple tears. So much for my brilliance. So the boys ate suckers in the snow today and chastised me for hiding their Halloween candy.

After Search's nap we ate Beef Stroganoff and settled down to watch The Santa Clause with homemade snickerdoodles. And now the boys are in bed. And what could be better than that? Oh, maybe the fact that my two-year-old is potty training himself and has used the same underwear all day! Go Search!

*A special prize for anyone who can tell me the name of the song and artist of the post's title!