By the Numbers

0 - Number of sleepovers J had attended before January 7, 2012

2 - number of little boys fooling around in the bathroom pretending that a little hair gel would magically turn into a weapon

4 - Number of stitches needed to close up the gash the countertop inflicted

3 - Number of days that passed before they could be removed

1 - Number of brave little guys that took the beating like a man, shed few tears, and emerged on the other side with some street cred and a story to tell

One Rockin' Party

A rock wall

a best friend

a neighbor friend




a cousin

another cousin

a new friend

a friend's sister

one more neighbor

and a little sister

throw in a bunch of cupcakes

and you have all the ingredients for a Rockin' Party!

J is GR8

Happy Snow Year

D has been taking the week between Christmas and New Year off since we moved to WA. What started out as a result of his having to many vacation hours on the books that if not used would be lost forever, has become a nice time to decompress after the crazy holiday season and to prep for the upcoming new year.

The last few years we've been doing that by going on a New-Year's-Eve sledding trip. This year was extra special ~ M's spectator days were over and her maiden voyage down the mountain were upon us.

Upping the "special' factor were the cousins coming along for the ride.

They sledded, ate, and goofed off.

Getting everything together and packing up the car = Tiring!

Taking M to the snow after a sleepless, coughy night = Probably not the best idea.

Tickets to the tubing park for two hours = $46 (What happened to the days when you just grabbed a tire and slid down a snowy mountain for free?)

Giving your kid the feeling he's on top of the world and him saying this was the most fun he's ever had: PRICELESS!

HAPPY, HAPPY NEW YEAR