Before the worst of Barforama Week at the Himstedts hit, we had fun playing with new toys. Tuesday after getting home from Texas Monday night was like Christmas morning all over again, since the last time they had seen most of the toys was after they opened them in the hospital conference room.
Then there was the rest of the week, which much to your relief I will refrain from discussing again.
Mom and Dad helped us bring in the new year with a few more gifts, some from them, some from great aunts and uncles and great grandparents we missed seeing over the holidays.
James got us some technology updates for Christmas, including an internet ready Blueray DVD player. We can now get Netflix on demand.
He also replaced my car stereo. The factory CD player quit working about three years ago after eating a CD. "Error," it said. Duh, it ate my CD. The radio part still worked fine though, so we never bothered replacing it.
It was a bit disconcerting to see my car like this. He saved enough money by buying it and installing it himself to make it worth the hassle.
Changing gears, here's one of those things that can happen when it gets quiet in the house and you notice you've heard nothing from the two year old for awhile.
Nicely done. Unbelievably she didn't spill a drop or get it anywhere but on her toes.
It reminds me of another young lady at the age of three...
If you value your make up at all and you have a preschool age princess in your home, lock it up! (The make up, that is....)
The next week (January 10th) we had snow. There had already been one snow in Georgia, but it was while we were gone to Texas. North Georgia got the first white Christmas anyone could remember. This one was fun, it lasted all week because it stayed cold. We actually still had snow where it had been piled up off the roads for THREE weeks. Unheard of.
We drove out to the barn the first morning to take care of the horses and toodled around camp. Then we came home for some sledding...sort of. We had no sleds. Wal-Mart and the local hardware stores sold out in a matter of hours when everybody started to take the threat of snow seriously.
Sometimes you get dumped off. Like every other run.
Amelia, Shannon, James, and I had a blast. The younger two didn't want to slide, they wanted to go inside and warm up and watch a movie. That suited me since they're higher maintenance with this kind of stuff, and so we slid and busted our rears in peace.
A nicely staged wreck, complete with a broken hip and a snowy hat. The shovel always quit on you too slow for it to actually be called a wreck. We recommend trashcan lids and WD-40 any day.
Old timers around here say if snow is on the ground more than three days you can expect another snow to come. It came last night...but only stayed for about two hours after the sun came up today. Does that negate it's former obligation? As much fun as it is to play in the snow, I'm ready for some sunshine and swimming. Two weekends ago it got up to 64 and I felt like a new person after soaking up some warm rays. Riding horses two days in a row didn't hurt either. I had to nix the pleas to play in the hose, though they begged and begged.
That's all for this post, since the rest of the photos are still on the camera.
Coming soon, kind of: The snowman/woman we built after the snow got melty enough, delayed Christmas celebration with family, a birthday, and more...I think. I can't remember. Until next time...