SNOW SNOW SNOW!!!

We got SNOW! March 1, believe it or not. It's the best snow we've seen in probably 10 years or so. We got around 5 inches. It started snowing in the early evening Sunday. John and I went out to play and he had a blast! I don't know where he learned about snow angels, probably from TV, but he immediately lay down on the ground and started moving his feet and arms. Of course he had huge flakes falling in his face, so it was scrunched up, but he had a ball. It was perfect snow ball and snow man snow Sunday night, so we chased each other around and he laughed and laughed. He kept saying "I'm going to catch you. You better run." I'm certain he gets that from me, but it was so cute and fun. I tried to show him how to build a snowman, but he thought it was more fun to kick it down. Buck bundled Eve up as best he could (we don't have ANY snow gear for her-actually all of us were very pieced together and quite fashionable but at least we had some of David's gear from Wisconsin for John). She still wasn't feeling great, but we sat her down long enough to snap a few pictures.

By Monday morning John wasn't as excited about the snow. He didn't spend a whole lot of time outside and he mainly just wanted to play with the same old toys. Up until yesterday, though, he was still obsessed with finding little patches and eating it.

Eve is feeling better now, but a little too late to enjoy the snow. I did put a little bit up to her mouth, and she wasn't too fond of that. She's mostly just glad that it has melted and she can start crawling on the ground again. Freedom!

John's 2nd molar on the upper right has surfaced. I don't know when, but the left one hasn't come in yet. One more to go.

Eve has been balancing on her knees well for a week and a half or so. Bit by bit, eventually she'll be up on her feet and won't have mulch covered pants after playing outside. She's talking a whole lot now and really enjoying shaking her head. She's also made kind of a turn to table food. She seems to be more cranky if she's hungry for table food that milk. That really just happened all of a sudden. She went in for her 9 month well check last Friday. I don't have her exact stats in front of me, so I'll have to post them later. She's right around 20 pounds. Her percentiles were considerably lower, but the doctor didn't say anything about it, and to me she seems to be growing just fine. I think a slight difference in length or weight makes a significant difference in percentiles while they're still small, so it doesn't really mean much. She's starting to protest when John takes toys from her. Uh oh!

John had a big day yesterday. I saw a small window of days that we could be home, so I decided to try big boy underwear. I put them on after his nap yesterday and said if he was still dry when Daddy got home and we ate supper that we could go in the jeep to get a milkshake. He sayed dry until we put his bedtime diaper on! This morning he only lasted an hour before we had to change to another pair, but he helped me mop the floor. We put on a new pair, which he soiled just a tiny bit, then came to tell me he needed to go. I think we're on the right track. We'll see how long my patience lasts. I'm not brave enough to leave the house yet.

Some cute things John has said-
First, he can now recite the story of Jonah and the big fish pretty much word for word from his Bible story book. That's the one he requests every day.
Second, here's a conversation between John and Buck the other day-
"Where are you going, Daddy?"

"To work"

"Why"

"To make money"

"Why"

"So you can eat"

"I don't eat money, Daddy"

Daddy is so silly. I think he should quit work today.

We're still singing Away in a Manger before bed time, and it has expanded to nap time too. John often sings it to Eve when she's crying. It's really cute and sweet, but it often just seems to make her scream louder!