winter fun

No*ah likes to drag his brother around by the corded glove that dangles from his jacket. Oli*ver put up with this once, even allowing N to drag him four blocks to the library that way once, but recently he said "you will have to pull on your own gloves now, No*ah."


The boys had great fun making Daddy a berf-day sign a couple of weeks ago.


True to form, N was quite unhappy that there was "goo" on his fingers.


Daddy was very pleased with his sign, as well as the soap and aftershave he received.


And the "berfday hug".


On the first warm day in ages that we haven't had a pollution advisory, I took the boys to our favorite nearby Nature Center. We've had a lot of pollution advisories here lately, mainly because there's so much snow on the ground, and when the temperature gets above the freezing point it creates a lot of evaporation that keeps the pollution stuck in the air if there isn't a lot of wind. Unfortunately, O's asthma diagnosis has been down-graded to "severe", and that also means that he's really affected by the pollution. So for the last month, it's been either too cold to go out, or too polluted. The boys were kind of unsure what to do outside after nearly a month of going only to and from the car, but they soon got into it, and walked about half a mile before getting back into the jogging stroller.






I don't have any pictures of it, but a really kind woman stopped by and talked with us and pointed out different animal tracks to the boys. They were really excited about this, especially the fox track. They're still talking about it.


Having a hearty snack in the stroller after their walk. I was worn out myself after our walk - it's not easy pushing 70 pounds plus the weight of the stroller in the snow, even in a jogger.


We warmed up in the interpretive center. The only not-so-great part about that was N running into the men's room, and me having to try to figure out how to retrieve him. I was really nervous about going in there and having some guy be standing at the urinal. He did eventually come out when I yelled for him, and when he had a time-out underneath a case of stuffed birds, he said "Mama does not have permission to go in that bathroom. Those birdies say I didn't make a good choice to go in there. "