P.S.

Spring, where are you?!?!?!?!?!!

Tired

My kid is wearing me out. He's skipped being a one year old and decided to just be a terrible two year old. He hits, he bites, he collapses on the floor in fits. He throws things. He hits the dogs. He finds ways to break stuff. I just want to tear my hear out and scream sometimes. And then he does something adorable and I think, "I want to clone you." *sigh* Being a parent is hard.

SNOW!

This snow is awesome. I don't have to shovel it (we have a guy that comes with his truck), I don't have to go to work in it (SNOW DAY!), and it's looking like it has great potential to make a snow man (Max's FIRST)!

I'm going to try to get some additional pictures up later of Max out in the snow!. It comes up to our knees in the back yard! CRAZY!

GROUND HOG DAY!!!!!

DJ 1: Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don't forget your booties cause it's cold out there today.
DJ 2.: It's cold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach?
DJ 1.: Not hardly. And you know, you can expect hazardous travel later today with that, you know, that blizzard thing.
DJ 2: That blizzard thing. That blizzard thing. Oh, well, here's the report. The National Weather Service is calling for a big blizzard thing.
DJ 1: Yes, they are. But you know, there's another reason why today is especially exciting.
DJ 2: Especially cold!
DJ 1: Especially cold, okay, but the big question on everybody's lips--
DJ 2: On their chapped lips--
DJ 1: On their chapped lips, right: Do you think Phil is gonna come out and see his shadow?
DJ 2: Punxsutawney Phil!
DJ 1: Thats right, woodchuck chuckers, it's--
Together: Groundhog Day!