2017–week 6

sunday: so it begins… that fun evening game where you’re keeping one eye out the window at the falling snow, and the other eye on your phone, bouncing back and forth between the forecast and the news source for school closures that may have been already announced. i may or may not have yelped in glee and thrown my phone in the air when i refreshed it for the millionth time and saw BELLEVUE listed as closed! no work for me!

monday: most of these will go into a separate “snow day” insert in the book. school was cancelled for pretty much the entire western half of the state, so much fun was had, playing in the snow.

i took a picture of shane taking a picture of his measurements of snow on the fence. lol.

a “new and improved” way to do dog sledding… i think they’re both confused.

layla seemed to think this was the best way to get micah across the ditch full of frigid water…

somehow, he made it, and then they decided it would be a good idea to jump it. i’m pleased to report that no one fell in.

happy, happy husky.

this time layla is the one mushing.

at some point that morning, we wound up with most of the neighborhood in our yard, so i mommed them all and made hot chocolate.

how shane and grant “played” in the snow… they went up the road to test out their 4wd and do donuts and all that obnoxious stuff that big boys with big toys do in the snow… and then grant got stuck in the ditch in front of our house and shane had to tow him out… again.

also monday: since layla inherited daddy’s lack of flexibility, he gets to help her stretch.

tuesday: never thought i’d see this! a snow plow on our dead end road!

also tuesday: silly dog.

wednesday: funny texts from layla. can’t even blame autocorrect.

thursday: 3rd grade music concert.

saturday: the creation of the swedish fish aquarium cups as prizes for tomorrows “fish pong” carnival game for the blue and gold banquet.

also saturday: another meet, this time hosted by our gym. layla’s team took second.

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for my not-so-american friends

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i have "done something"

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