


Alli talk'n with Daddy. She's now started to growl instead of screech...it's quite funny.
We woke up this morning to our grass sprinkled with snow, like powdered sugar on daddy's famous crepes. The boys made a bee line after breakfast just to play in it. It was only 10 seconds after they made it out the door when I heard Timmy screaming, "I'm tell'n mama on you Wes!!" I got up and went to the back door to see what was the matter. When I opened the door there was Timmy with big alligator tears streaming down his face and stomp'n his feet telling me Wes had hit him with a snowball. I looked at Wes and he just had this big "Innocent but guilty" look on his face. I said well Timmy you just need to make a snowball and hit him back. Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, Timmy said YA! and ran down the steps to do just that. I looked at Wes and he was excited that he now had Timmy to share in the "friendly" game of snowball fight. Unfortunately Wes had to make snow balls for both him and Timmy. Timmy didn't quite get the whole snowball making method down. But he was happy to do it even if it meant scraping the log for snow before the sun melted it away.
"Awe..sweet cheeks...you have no hair, and no teeth, but you are one of the most beautiful things to enter my world" ,Love mama
See what a spoiled brat I am!! I am truly loved. Great kids and a husband who dares to clean those stinky dishes. Who said men aren't useful