To Levitate

Air Dog

to float, rise, rise into the air, hover, be suspended, glide, hang, fly, or soar up…even if just for a second, Big P caught some serious air.

This morning’s run

Megan’s virgin cold weather run

Big M (the woman in red) is the newest addition to our running group. She use to run on her treadmill during the winter months…until she met us.

Nice work everyone, -15 wind chill is not so bad after all.

The white haze in the photo is the heat from my hand, I could not get away from it.

Crazy Cold

So our little running group has a cold cut off…it is -20 wind chill.  And this morning, depending on what web site you decided to look at, we hit it.

Since I’ve been having a little bit of a motivational issue as of late, I was actually looking forward to the cold.  Seriously, you do have to be a bit off to do it, but once you have, you feel like you can brave the world AND WIN.

Needless to say, at 5:01 am we were all emailing back and forth in a frenzy and we decided to bag it.

All except Todd and he lives to tell the tale.

And here

is what Lucy did during the party.

Unfortunately The Bickersons had a babysitter bail and could not make it AND THEN were kind enough to let the dog have a sleep over.

Thanks again!

Soiree

Every so many years, we decide to throw a holiday party.  These parties strangely enough usually coincide with me being pregnant.   However, this year, it did not…thank God.

I am usually really good about capturing events with my camera but this time I don’t have a lot to show for myself.  This might be my favorite of the few I have.  Or this.  I don’t know, there are a few others but I was just too busy drinking Old Fashions to remember.

Anyway.  This Soiree, that brought some of our closest and dearest people together for one night, to drink till they were silly, eat till they were full and just plain old enjoy each others company while in cocktail dresses, was a success in so many ways.

Most of all, it reminds me how lucky I am to be surround by so many wonderful people.

Cheers!

Thanksgiving turkey + nuts = funny

It always gives me just a touch of peace when I find out my 3rd grade boy isn’t the only kid thinking these things are funny.

Lunch & coffee with Mrs. Bickerson

Whit headed off to have lunch with girls yesterday.  Here’s a glimps of it.

And today, Lucy and I went over for a little doggy playdate.  I can’t believe I did not take any pictures.  Needless to say, Lucy has been sound asleep for the past two hours.

Thanks Whit!

Nathan’s Book

There are moments in time where you look at your friends and their abilities and their work and think…Wow, seriously?  That’s amazing!  And then you think how lucky you are to know them and share time with them and even have the ability to share the simplest of life pleasures with them.

This is one of those moments.

Nathan, congratulations, we can’t wait to hear about your conversation with Oprah.

The fort

The neighborhood kids have found something that really binds them together, fort making.  You can see the beginnings of it from Dr. A’s photo.  That was about four days ago and they have not stopped working on it since.  They just keep adding to it, making it bigger and better.

There is now a prison, several look out posts, a fencing log and individual storage facilities for guns (sticks).  KP prefers putting his in between the trees bark, I’ll get a picture soon, it’s pretty cool, kind of like a weird abstract work of art.

Today we went to the park mid morning and there was a new addition in the fort…an empty Bacardi bottle.

Looks like the teens like the fort just as much as the little kids do.

Mean…like calling someone a Toddler

Yesterday after the marathon, after everyone showered up, dried off and took a deep breath, we headed over to a running mate of Adam’s for a little after marathon party.

There were a ton of kids there.  New kids.  Kids that my kids have never met before.  But the great thing about kids, that does not matter.  They just make it work. They play and scrap and find things to get into  and have fun and never even take the time to find out their new buddie’s name.

At the end of the night, while driving home, we asked the kids if they had fun.  PJ said yes.  Of course, we did find her standing up on a chair performing Chinese songs to the entire group while they falled about her giggling.

KP said the kids were mean.  Did something happen, I asked.  His response, “Yeah, they called me Butter Head!”

Shit, Butter Head or Butta Head (as it sounds like coming out of KP’s mouth), that is just perfect.  Thanks to the kid who coined that…it’s absolutely perfect.