Over the weekend, we were lucky enough to have some very lovely weather. On Saturday, we decided to make the most of the near 40cm (about a foot and a half) of snow we’d received during the week and went out to play in the yard after the kids’ nap.
Charles and Amélie jumped on the occasion to grab their sandbox toys and had a blast in the snow with them.
Elliot was thoroughly unimpressed with his predicament of being stuck in a snowsuit, but he was a good sport and hung out in the fort his dad was building.
I made a snowman with Amélie and wanted to get a family selfie with our snowy friend, but Amélie and Charles wanted nothing to do with it. So I grabbed Elliot (because he couldn’t do anything about it hahaha!) and my husband and we took a selfie of the three of us.
The kids played a bit in the toy chest and Elliot started to smile as he got used to sitting in the snow.
Afterwards, we decided to bring the kids to Subway for supper. Here they are, looking tired, and chillin’ while they wait for the dada to bring the sandwiches to the table.
We finished off our day with some ice cream at the shop next door. Elliot had his first taste of ice cream and to say that he loved it would be an understatement.
How was your weekend? Do you have any snow hanging around?
I was finishing off some bread in the kitchen earlier this afternoon, when I heard baby girl squeal. I turned around to tell my toddler to be careful around his sister because I thought he had hurt her, only to realize that my daughter was laughing her butt off at something her brother was doing.
Well, it’s seasonal allergy time ’round here. That means that I’m hard at work blowing my nose and generally emptying boxes of kleenex these days.
If you need any proof, here’s Charles doing a particularly well-played imitation of yours truly.
Oh how I adore that kid!
This week the little guy was in a better mood.
Figuring out how to unwrap his gift.
These are the earmuffs we bought to bring him to some football matches.
Crawling through the leaves earlier this week.
Look mom! A tractor!
Having fun at the park.
An added bonus: proof that the best toys are those you don’t buy…
Today, I’m breaking the “rules” and posting a video instead of a few pictures. It was taken on Tuesday, but I feel it a very accurate representation of our week at home.
This ^ is what happened every time I put my son down on the floor since Monday. Every. Single. Time. At first, I thought it was separation anxiety, but he doesn’t burst into melodramatic tears when I drop him off at daycare. Nope, he just does it when he’s at home and it is driving me bonkers! He seems to find it particularly annoying that I am unable to have him in my arms at all times and he is very good at expressing his annoyance towards me. It’s actually pretty funny (except when it’s been going on for half an hour), he’ll start by sitting there and looking me as he screams bloody murder. Then he’ll crawl towards me and hang on to my legs and continue to scream and cry if I don’t pick him up. I try to distract him, but the distractions are usually short-lived (although 5 minutes of calm are better than none).
Usually, his fussy periods last a week. We’re on day 5.
I will not survive this.
This is how it’s done people 😉
Hum, I should probably add that the squeaking you hear is the dog playing with her toy right behind me. It isn’t me making a toy squeak in an effort to coax my son to crawl over to me.