My Kids Are Just That Cute

Call me Mother of the Year.

With the first big snowfall of the year comes a Peanut itching to attack with snowballs. Good thing the yard's fenced. After much flinging of snow, Peanut decided to build a snowman. I saw him roll a snowball as tall as himself and attempt to make it bigger. He came running from the back fence toward our patio, turned around, and sprinted (okay, as much as one can in snow boots and six inches)toward said snowball... and skidded to a stop mere inches away from his snowman as he was afraid to crash. I sent Boomer out as a reinforcement. It was a great snowman, and the ensuing snowball fight was spectacular. I saw my guys attack from the playhouse, which if you're Peanut's size makes a delightful fort.

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Tula is continuing her fascination with all thing electronic and on Mommy's desk. I was charging my cell phone and came back into the room to find my daughter holding said phone and babbling into it. Thank God she hasn't figured out how to call anyone on it (yet). I'm equally grateful there's no way to make international calls on that phone. This proves a couple of things: First, Tula is way too smart for my own good. Second: I spend way too much time on the phone.

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Over Christmas break, Peanut, Tula and I went to a delightful place filled with moonbounces. There was much rejoicing. Peanut discovered the pirate ship bouncy. Even more rejoicing. I now have a picture of my small son holding his mouth mid-bounce as one of his teeth fell out. The second one fell out the next day. Good thing this was after Christmas- Papa instantly broke into "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth". He only shut up when I pointed out that it's no longer Christmas.

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Tula's latest obsession is Pattycake. I'm good with this because it's a surefire way to keep her from screaming. She fusses, I start the chant, she giggles. She's also quite fond of wrapping her hands around my thumbs and going through the motions with me. As we were driving home, I looked in the rear view mirror to see my baby roll her hands, mark them, and throw them in the air just like Mommy. Yes, I totally melted. Until the light turned green.

Call me Mother of the Year.