blizzard part 1

30 inches of snow

sidewalks

our street wasn't plowed until last night....just in time for the next 10-20 inches

Gus and Mac

totally wiped out

day after blizzard

we walked to Hard Times Cafe to watch the Capitals game

Mac and Gus (aka Mus)

our park

I think from the sky this may read "Uncle!"

snow to our knees

who dat

Superbowl

yesterday

Yesterday (Wednesday) we woke to 4-5 inches of snow. I thought the trees looked cool- the snow plopped off them all day. School was closed and Gus had his buddy Mac over almost all day. Even though the snow wasn't good for sledding, we walked to the park just to get some fresh air.

backyard

Our house

front yard

the suet birdfeeder outside our kitchen window

Mac and Gus (sounds like a sitcom, no?)

This may be my last post alive since apparently we're going to be buried in snow tomorrow. Thas' ok, we have an entire chicken, chili fixins, hot chocolate, lots of booze and Superbowl plans, so we're good to go. Let it snow.

snowed last weekend

Gus "helping" Tim shovel the sidewwalk.

"Gus, what are you doing???"

I showed G these pictures last night and he laughed and laughed and wanted to see them repeatedly. Tim and I could tell that Gus felt really bad about undoing Tim's work. This type of incident (Gus undoing our work) happens about 15x/day. He laughs his head off every time and I just consider myself lucky that he doesn't do this type of stuff even more than he already does.

dusting off the ole' blog

In no particular order:

The fabulous gingerbread house G made at school. What a vision.

The one he made for Christmas with Boppie. Not bad for a $7 kit from Michaels.

Gus's first time sledding (mine, too). We went with friends from the neighborhood and had a blast.

Rainbow (yep, you read that right) umbrella from Santa. This is a week after the big 18" snow right before Christmas.

"Take a picture of my big snowball".

last one (for today) I promise

Videos that only Grandparents could love, so everyone else, feel free to look away.

what's the use of a cell phone if you can't shoot video with it

you knew it was coming after all the cell phone picture posts. Video.

Gus is signed up for a class called Sing Dance Act (creative name). I had a blast watching the class. The video quality is horrendous but you get the idea. I realized after I recorded for awhile that I could zoom in and out. I'm a technological whiz kid! In this video they're making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches after having made pizza and put it in the oven.

more camera phone

First soccer practice

Standing with his foot on the ball because that's what his coach said you're to do. He was very precise about it.

A healthy, post-soccer practice snack: chocolate chip waffles with whipped cream on top

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This is how Gus prefers to have his picture taken. He makes me take them ad infinitim and then "lemme see, lemme see".

so now I'm really cool

*not*

I finally got around to getting pics off my cell phone. Here's a sampling:

This is the hat Gussie picked out for winter. I'm glad he agreed to wear one this winter- because last winter it just wasn't happening.

We took this picture to send to Kailey. This is the necklace she made him in WDW.

This is my camera wallpaper.

My friend Ilka just told me today that the only pics she has of her daughter Morgan as a newborn are on her cell phone (her DH John was in the hospital when Morgan was born... long tragic story etc etc), so will one of our Panama City friends (Deb, Linda, Georgia etc) please go over there and make her buy a micro SD card to get those off her phone? TIA.

Gus's 4th birthday

We had Gus's birthday last weekend and it went well. It was a very chilled affair and we just had a few friends over. It was extremely last minute and I debated having anything at all since he had a party at school, but Gus wanted to do something so we did. I took pics of the school party but my memory card went kaput and the pics are lost. Bummer.

I made this cake. Now I know what people mean when they say "The piping is what takes so long". That stuff takes for forever to do (piping = outlines, which I was previously unaware of). And apparently, it is possible to make black icing. I didn't really finish the cake, but it was finished enough. Gus looooooves some Wall E. Cara introduced him to the movie when we first moved here- which totally traumatized her- because he got so upset when he watched it the first time that he yelled "THAT MAKES ME SAD" and ran around the island then threw his spoon at the tv (or maybe he threw his spoon first, then ran around, I don't remember). Anywho, he still said he loved it and wanted to watch it again right away and now it's probably his favorite movie. Cara is still traumatized, however.

Tim got his promotion YAY! But that's not why I have a picture of this cake. I have it because this is a Cake Love cake. It's called My Downfall. What is a Cake Love cake you might ask? Only one of the reasons that God has so kindly given us for living. Could be the best food ever- we also got one of the strawberries and cream, a teeny one. I don't even really dig cake but OMG this cake is awesome. In all honesty, I think half the reason we had a birthday for Gus was so we could get a cake made with love. Not that Duncan Hines isn't great, but from here on out, any person that comes to visit us will probably serve as a reason to buy a Cake Love cake- there's a Cake Love store right down from Tim's work. May God bless Warren Brown.

Gus told me to take a picture "right when I twap (clap...still no C's or L')".

After the party was over, Gus's friend Liam and his mom and dad stayed the rest of the day with us. It was a great day.

*ok, the pictures didn't resize and I have no idea why, but next time I promise they'll be easily clickable. Sorry!

first day of school

Official school, not camp school. It went well and now we're fully in the swing of things. He started on August 31, but I'm behind (you think I'd be all caught up with things because Gus is in school, but noooooooo).

museum

When Nana was visiting, we went to the National Museum of Natural history to see an Ant Exhibit. I happened upon this kickbootay leafcutter ant shirt for $4.99 the week before, and I bought it specifically to wear to the museum (goober!). Gus went bonkers as soon as he saw it and wanted to wear it right away- which meant changing his clothes in the mall...like in the mall, on the bottom floor, outside of some closed store (WTG economy!). Modest, Gus is not. So you can also see the shirt in the earlier juicer post. He's worn it as often as possible since then. So glad the shirt is mainly white because it's so easy to keep clean (not).

On the train.

Gussie with Nana in front of the Washington Monument (aka the All Youse Guys Schlongs Don't Amount to a Hill O' Beans, Take a Look at Ours! Monument).

Gus was ready to go into the museum, but Nana and I were hungry, so we had a mini picnic outside the museum and some Gussie funk ensued. Lucky for us, the funk didn't last long as some 110 and 130 lb Great Danes and their owner approached us and entertained Gus. Those were some HUGE dogs. O man, the poop (take it from one that knows dog poop, I shudder to think of the poop those dogs produced...the food bill....ooooooooooo).

The Dung Beetles are still Gus's favorite.

juicer

Gus has been going coocoo to make juice for ages- lemonade and orange juice specifically. I told him that was a Nana Project (because it was, trust me). So when she came for a visit, she got him a juicer.

Crawford Trait.

That machine gets every teeny bit of potential juice out of an orange.

This is about 4,000 oranges worth of juice (j/k).

That's some good OJ, no joke.

butterfly

We found a butterfly with a broken wing in the backyard. I think the dogs might have contributed to its brokenness....not sure, just saying.... they had a guilty look about them when I went outside.

So Gus made it his pet and placed it in a plant we keep on the back deck to see if it would get better.

Gus was obsessed with it- as he is with all things insect- and wanted to name him George, and hug him and pet him and squeeze him and rub him and stroke his antenna and rub his pretty wings...

It's hard to believe, but the butterfly didn't make it. So it goes.