* It better be! Because I can't take anymore!
So the big storm on Friday night and Saturday morning turned out to be pretty lame. Which was fine with me. It snowed and snowed and snowed, but it all added up to about an inch of slush and that's it.
But I still decided to celebrate what I am insisting was the Last Snow of the Season. R and I woke up, and I whipped up a batch of chocolate waffles** as a special treat for breakfast. Yum! (Oh - and before I forget - R slept in his room all night by himself!!! He woke up around 3 a.m. to use the bathroom, and I had to accompany him for that, but when we got back upstairs, he told me, "I can put myself back to bed," and he climbed in, laid down, pulled the blanket up, and said, "Goodnight, Mommy!" Hallelujah! I went back to my room without R protesting, and I slept in my own bed until 8:30!!!!)
** I took a picture of my lovely waffles, but A deleted it accidentally. Although I was tempted to write an entire post pointing out A's annoying habits in retaliation, I decided to forgive him. ;-)
After breakfast, we played lots of games:
Then, while A went outside to push the slush around and clean off the car, R and I "went on a hunt for wild animals." Hunting gear according to R includes gloves, goggles, slippers, hats, binoculars, and flashlights. And, apparently, an umbrella:
R explained to me that the gloves were for handling electricity. This was going to be an exciting hunt! Although we were not allowed to find any animals. Because the last time we played, I pretended that an alligator grabbed onto my foot, and R got scared.
I admit that I get tired quickly of the imagination games, which is just awful. I get distracted by things I need to do around the house. We'll be upstairs looking for animals, and I'll see laundry on the floor or books that need to be put away. But I do play along for awhile.
Next, we did a painting project. We bought these little wooden vehicles as Christmas presents for R's cousins, but I could never convince him to paint them until this weekend.
After lunch, we did boring stuff like grocery shopping and going to the bank. We stopped at the toy store to let R run around for awhile, and we ended up bringing home a bag of rocket balloons and a set of BrainQuest cards. We also peered in the windows at the kids' gym I chose for R's upcoming birthday party, and it looks very cool. We hadn't been there before, but I've heard great things about it, and when you reserve it, you get the whole place to yourself. The other huge gym where R goes does birthday parties, but your kids are mixed in with a gazillion other kids, so your kids don't actually spend much time together. There are going to be 20+ kids, mostly boys, at R's party, so there was no way we could host it at our house.
When we got home, we decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to get some fresh air. It was really cold and damp, but R put on his rain boots and found some puddles to jump in.
We walked by the playground, and R insisted on climbing all over everything while A and I begged him to keep walking because everything was wet. R sadly explained, "But I need to climb, Mommy!" So we let him for a few minutes ... until he slipped and fell on his back. Poor guy. Then we walked for a few more blocks until we headed home because we were freezing.
Hmm, I guess I never did much celebrating beyond making the waffles. But all in all, it was a relaxing and wonderful family day.
I found these pictures on the camera and had to share:
This was a microscope that R invented all by himself. He took his little magnifying glass, propped it up on a Lego wheel axle, and turned the little light on to look at his miniature trains. Pretty cool, huh?
This is what happens when you allow your 3-year-old son to watch an old Godzilla movie. We were visiting friends one day, and R's "uncle" asked me if he could put on a Godzilla movie for R. I said, "Sure" because I was thinking they're campy and stupid and not scary at all. Well, I forgot about all the GUNS. R was mesmerized by the guns and by Godzilla melting things with his fiery breath. Although it seems to have subsided now, for weeks after R saw part of the movie, everything he built with Legos had guns attached. Can you see the long pieces sticking out of the front of all these planes? Even the train has a gun!
Nice going, mom. Sigh.