No School!

I got the call this morning that school was cancelled due to single digit temperatures. Everett was thrilled. I was too. Not only did this mean that we did not have to venture out in the freezing weather, but I love having him home. Well around 9 am we were all going a little stir crazy. We're on our third day of not going out at all and there is only so much you can do to entertain. Thankfully our friends came to our rescue and came over for a play date! Always fun. 

The children having their morning snack (Thatcher Reid was asleep). 

 Ellie's "silly" face.

 Sibling sandwich! Proof that despite their bickering-mostly from being stir crazy and LOTS of time together-they do love each other. A lot. 

Snow!

We had a downpour of snow yesterday afternoon. I quickly put the boys coats on and hurried them outside to enjoy. They had a ball, but Thatcher Reid wanted to join too!

 I LOVE the look at Everett's face. And Hampy's smushed nose. 

 And off they go!

Babies At Play

They say play is children's work and mine do play like it is their job……

Playing dress-up

Dinosaur parade

 We ignore age restrictions on puzzles when it comes to Hampton. Sometimes he works diligently until it is complete and sometimes he works on it bit by bit, playing in between, until completed. Either way-I'm impressed. 

 Not sure what this pose is other than to say-it's totally Everett.

 And I'm one proud mama because he read his first complete book this week! He picked it out himself at Target-Biscuit Goes to School. He needed help with a couple of words, but was able to "sound it out" or use context clues for the others. 

 Oh Eleanor. You march to the beat of your own drum. She is just "busy" all day long. 

 iPad time. 

 Tea party with her babies Sam and Stella. 

 Hampton and Sam. 

 And Thatcher's "why aren't you holding me!?!" face. 

Mama's Boy

Oh my sweet Thatcher Reid. He is the sweetest, cuddliest, most snuggly little baby. But oh is he attached to me. He screams when I am out of his sight. There could be a room full of enticing toys, but in my lap, in my arms, is where he wants to be. He becomes jealous if I give more attention to another. And if I have to put him down, he crawls around chasing me crying until I pick him up once again. Needless to say, I am exhausted. I know this is just a phase, but my is it an exhausting one. I know he'll  one day become a rowdy 5 year old and then I'll have to beckon him to come snuggle me. So, I guess I am just trying to enjoy it while it lasts because this too shall pass.