Feb 16, 2014
(Also known as, who says you can't have fun skiing, even when your poor children are sick and lethargic).
We started the weekend with cheese doodles, a.k.a. "pirate booty".
We had "cultural experiences" in Bar Harbor.
Some of us petted dead baby seals.
Then we went for a ski. Thank god for the sleds. We pulled the wee fellows through almost two feet of fresh snow:
I skied back to get the car, and 15 minutes later I returned to two fellows asleep on their sleds and Tim standing watch next to them, listening to the chickadees and our babies snoaring:
Happy birthday, Reid! We love you!
Mom and dad.
Mom and dad.
Feb 14, 2014
Reid asked to go to Acadia for his birthday, so we are headed out tomorrow for a weekend of fun. We jumpstarted the celebrations with a birthday dinner and cake at home tonight.
One thing I never expected to grind with the mortar and pestle: candy canes.
Feb 12, 2014
This is such a poignant, tender thing. Liam is learning to spell, and it is amazing to behold. We were stuck in an ice-storm and a kind neighbor invited us in. Our kids played with their kids, as we waited for the road crews to come.
We played with all of their new toys (for this was not long after christmas), and eventually Liam and Reid got to experience Mario Kart. It blew their minds.
They were utterly enthralled. After we left, they were still jazzed about it. Then the days passed, and they seemed to forget. But Liam had not forgotten, no!
Then a few weeks ago, we get this book home from school, about his favorite toy. It's so sweet. I love the coloring and the detail. And I adore the spelling, most to come on the spelling front, for certain!
Liam and Reid now play real-life Mario Kart, which is also pretty rad.
Posted by Timothy Waring
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 1, 2014
Skiing, just the two of us:
Visiting ice fishermen on Fields Pond with our friends, the Sodebergs:
Bait run (this fellow was super generous about letting the kids help with everything):
You can tell from the body language of our almost-vegetarian son that a lot of psychic energy went into watching the live bait be picked out and hooked, but he managed well: