.snow day.

Outside, its been doing a lot of this...

Inside we've been doing a lot of this...









we havn't left the house in 72 hours.

we're bored.
going crazy.
like caged animals.

Riggs fell asleep after that little tantrum.
Campbell and I played in the sandbox...

okay, its a rice box. (cakepan+rice)
but it was awesome.





















































And this is how my day...








ENDED











love my life.

.Colder Than a Tin Toilet Seat on the Shady Side of an Iceburg.

SEVENTEEN.
NEGATIVE
SEVENTEEN.



That was the temperature (with windchill) last night when I went to bed.



We had brought Campbell into our room before we fell asleep and put him in the baby cradle because
A. His room is the coldest room in the house
B. The wind was shaking our house so bad I thought we might pull a Dorothy and blow away to somewhere over the rainbow. Plus it was loud and making him restless.


I awoke at four o'clock this morning to find my house at the roasting temperature of 52 degrees. The furnace couldn't keep up.

It was cold.
I had to pee.

Campbell woke up to the flush of the toilet .


After taking in his surroundings he began to giggle. It was cute, but it was four in the morning, so I fixed him a bottle hoping he would fall back asleep.

no such luck.
He thought we were having a fun little sleepover.

Neither Danny nor I wanted to get up and rock him back to sleep(52 degrees, remember?), so I tried the -lay him on my tummy, pat his bum- trick for a minute but he was squashing his younger sibling so I made Danny take over.

After 45 minutes of jabbering and singing to us, Campbell began clawing at Daddy's beard. And by clawing I mean pinching and scratching with his razor sharp baby talons. He thought it was hilarious. Quite frankly so did I. It went something like this

Claw
Danny: "OUCH!"
Campbell: a mischievous "Giggle"
Claw
Danny: "OUCH!" and a firm "No"
Campbell: a delayed "giggle"

I couldn't contain my own laughter. Danny did not think it was so funny. After a while of this, Mine and Campbells giggles growing increasingly loud, Danny stood up abruptly, marched to Campbell's room, and put him in his crib.

party's over, folks.

He cried for about 2 minutes, realized the sleepover was over, and fell asleep.

The whole thing lasted until 6:30
CJ woke up at 7:45

we are not going to church.

.Jack Frost BITES.

I do not like fall.

I do not like fall because it means winter is near. The leaves turn beautiful oranges, browns, even reds... this is not a bad thing. I rather enjoy the lovely collaboration of colors. However, a chill begins to take to the air. Sweaters and jackets begin to replace t-shirts and capris. An evening stroll becomes less a desirable activity. An ominous feeling of dread hovers over the last few warm afternoons. The only good thing I can say about fall is that it somewhat eases us into the most horrible of seasons. Winter

There is a reason why I love St.George so much. Fall is about as bad as it gets. No snow. No Ice. No bone chilling winds.

And here is the reason I am hating Wyoming so bad as of now. This morning I awoke to, not a chilly fall morning, no. This morning I awoke to LEAFCICLES. Yes. leafcicles. You see, here in Wyoming this year, mother nature has decided to forgo the whole "falling" into winter and leap straight from summer into FREEZING MY BUNS OFF. The trees have not had a chance to transform in to beautiful masterpieces. No, they have not even shed some of their leaves. But this morning I was hit in the head with falling leafcicles. Frozen leafs. frost covered the ground, Icicles hang from the roof. And to top it all off, Wyoming has decided to show off its famous wind, making it about a thousand degrees colder.


I think I'm going to go into hibernation.