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Showing posts with label I know a boy called Trash. Trash Can. Ice Storm 2009. Only the Best for my kids.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I know a boy called Trash. Trash Can. Ice Storm 2009. Only the Best for my kids.. Show all posts

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Whe-e-en, When Will The Icicle Melt, Icicle, Icicle..."



The ice has finally begun to melt.

Aaron took the girls out on Saturday morning to play in the "snow" one last time. Quincy was less than enthusiastic about the adventure, and you if you listen close (through my giggling) you can hear her demands to "stop this! no! I don't want to! I don't want to! I'm all done, Daddy!" as Aaron pulls her down the little hill on our front lawn.

My favorite part is at the end when Reese tells her "Oh Quincy, that's a fake cry."

I didn't realize until later that the "sled" Aaron was using was the lid to our NASTY trash can! How ghetto are we? He wiped it down with Clorox wipes, but I'm still concerned about that 1% of germs that the Clorox wipes are NOT guaranteed to kill. Hopefully, my kids had enough layers on to protect them from getting some bizarre bacterial
infection on their buns.

A few last pics of us enjoying the Federal Emergency:
I know...it looks like snow, right? That is actually a 3 inch layer of ICE! I gave the girls buckets to fill, but they couldn't pick up any of the "snow" unless they broke up chunks from the ground with a stick. They settled for gathering icicles that had fallen from the trees.

Like the wood pile in our front yard? We haven't rented a log splitter yet this year, so our yard is peppered with little wood piles everywhere. After the snake problem we had last year, (during my Blogging hiatus or you would have read about it) I can hardly bring myself to go near the wood stacks because I keep having nightmares that there's a Basilisk hiding out underneath one of them. Hopefully, when Summer comes, the snakes will not take up residence in our garage again.
Oh good. Reese's "bunny and kitty" (bedtime loveys) got to play in the trash can also.



I took a picture similar to this with Reese, the day before Quin was born. Obviously, my belly was much larger in that pic, but I still love this one. Here's what I'll be looking like in less than 4 months:
Reese and Mommy Dec 2006

Glad to be out of the house!
Just imagine the fun they could have with the diaper pail or the toilet seat.