When Dad does the laundry

The other night I actually braved the frigid temps and went to a church meeting for the ladies. Miracles do happen! When I got home I noticed the laundry baskets that had been sitting there for awhile (days, weeks, decades, who's counting?) were empty because lo and behold someone decided to fold them. Major thanks to the husband. Only thing is, it's obviously harder to distinguish Colt and Cade's clothes than I thought. I was herding the boys to the car the other morning and this is what I found:

Colt didn't even notice the tight squeeze when getting dressed or you know...the four inches of bare midriff. I'm all for mishaps like these if it means I get a break from the laundry.

Update on the elusive Girl Scout cookies: A girl scout showed up at my mama's door this weekend (apparently they are alive and well and selling up a storm in Texas) and when my mom asked, was told they weren't selling cookies in Illinois. Say what? According to the little scout it was just too cold to sell the cookies here. Say what again? Whatever happened to being prepared? With maybe a coat and scarf? Or even building a fire along the way? Isn't that what scouting is all about? Luckily, my mom bought me 4 boxes of my very own and they're on their way. Bless that woman.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year

And all that stuff. Here are the boys, plus our neighbor friend across the street, with the snowman they built before Christmas. The picture isn't the best quality since Evan's camera phone is just not meant for nighttime, but you get the idea. I stayed inside where it was warm giving all sorts of moral support and thanking my lucky stars that I have a husband willing to brave the snow for me. I'm a wimp, plain and simple. A few days after this we left for Cali to celebrate Christmas with Evan's fam and I excitedly packed flip flops and short sleeve shirts cuz who needs a jacket in the land of surf and sun? Apparently we do. My flip flops stayed packed and we came home to melted Mr. Snowman cause you know...Chicago decided to warm up while we were gone.


I have all sorts of pictures (or should I say Evan's sister has all sorts of pictures) that I'm hoping to steal and share of Christmas and a couple of birthdays we celebrated. Evan and Colt are both a year older and oh so much wiser. Evan's trying to forget the older thing and not a day goes by without Colt reminding us he's five and now meets the age requirement for kindergarten.

A few random thoughts:

- Yesterday Cade was upstairs calling my name looking for me. I was doing something in the kitchen and didn't answer right away and heard Cade yell, "Mama? You on da potty?" What?? Am I in there a lot or something? Is that where my kids think I hang out? Can't find Mom? No problem. She's just catching some down time on the potty.

- Why am I still killing spiders inside my house? If our frigid temps can't pick these things off, nothing can. And here I thought that winter's one redeeming quality was getting rid of the insect population. I'm pretty sure that if a Chicago winter can't do it, nothing can. I want to move south where there's bugs (big ones too) but at least I'd be warm.

- Word on the street is that girl scout cookies are for sale. Where are the girl scouts when you really need them? Isn't anyone a girl scout anymore? I'm this close to sticking Colt in the local troop just to get my fix. With winter at its peak, the sky getting dark at what feels like noon, and me wearing my ski jacket around the house to stay warm, I need a Samoa stat. Better make that a box.