No One Can Resist My Treat-y Balls
January 21, 2014
Snowing again. Schools canceled. My belief in my snow-repelling snowpant purchasing powers officially debunked. There is at least one child screaming his head off downstairs and I don't care. I can't care.
ARE YOU BLEEDING? NO? BACK TO THE HOBBIT HOLE WITH YOU.
/brings coffee mug up to lips with trembling hands, eyes office door warily
The weather yesterday was quite lovely, so we at least got to take the boys to a playground for one last shot of Vitamin D before we were once again trapped in our home, as the DC metro region once again screeched to an hysterical halt in the face of a quarter-inch dusting of snow.
(Okay, we're probably going to end up with a lot more than that this time, but still. Let me wallow in some cantankerous hyperbole for now. The federal government shut down and my husband fed our children leftover chocolate doughnuts for breakfast.)
The playground was pretty fun, at least?
Ike even insisted on having a go on the big kid swings...
...a decision I sense he regretted fairly quickly.
But overall, it was a successful and utterly exhaustifying outing.
(Also also, we need to talk about Ike's hair, yes. Like in excruciating detail. Maybe tomorrow?)
(Look at me, giving you reasons to live, and stuff.)
IMPORTANT BREAKING SNOW-DAY NEWS DEVELOPMENT: Ezra just made me a present.
It is alarmingly warm and...squishy feeling.
OH SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN WHAT IS THAT?
Oh, it's just Play-Doh. We have not yet sunk to full cabin fever insanity levels after all.
According to Ezra, these are "Treat Balls." They are made out of "sugar, cinnamon, carrots and wine."
/for real he said that
//is totally going to invent the next cronut, one of these days
///bye I'm going to play in the Hobbit Hole now too for awhile