Update

Girl realized today that she no longer has goggles and cried. Damn that stupid girl!

"Where have you gone..."

Spring has come to my sleepy town, and I've been out enjoying it. My favorite part is family walks, even if Girl starts complaining about how tired she is a second after we leave the driveway. She just won't accept that she's too big for the stroller. I think it must be hard to be a 3 year-old that is as tall as the average five-year-old.
If we let her hold Mr. Giles's leash, however, she lightens up a bit. He is mostly easy to control. You get him by another dog though and he acts like the worst trained dog you ever met.
Boy doesn't much care for the walks either. He is still afraid that Giles will run around him and give him rope burn from his extendable leash like he did last year. He won't comprehend that last year the dog wasn't leash trained and this year he is. Despite Boy's fear, Giles doesn't give him, or anyone else rope burn. Anyway, it would have been difficult to get Boy, he walks on the other side of the road.
We also spent a nice day at the farm yesterday. Girl was laughing and sticking her feet in the water. Then while she was napping, Boy, Mr. Hobbitfeet, Giles, and I went for a walk down by the river. Boy is a very different kid then he was even last year. Before, he wouldn't go near the river. We spent a good portion of the time sitting on the river's edge talking about the quiet, and (because it was Boy) erosion. Then we got near the creek that runs east down to the river, and got Boy to take his shoes off. For the first time he splashed, waded and played like he has never done in his life. Had I known that all that was required to get Boy enjoying the outdoors was allergy shots and a gentle dog to get him comfortable around creatures, I would have gotten those things for him earlier.
It was great, for the first time ever, Mr. Hobbitfeet and I were ready to go long before Boy was.

In Which I Unleash a Whole Bunch O' Crazy on the World

Today hasn't gotten any better, I had very few clean clothes. Then at work I dropped a disc containing all our pictures, then rolled over it with my chair trying to pick it up. The photographer can get us a copy, however, that won't happen until tomorrow and we are on a deadline!

Slip Sliding Away (or An Exercise in Futility)

It has stopped freezing raining/sleeting/sort of snowing and started actually snowing, that is if you consider tiny ice pellets falling from the sky snow. It does look like snow though; so that's what we'll call it.

Mr. Hobbitfeet's work let out early to allow the workers a chance to actually make it home. See we're not in Chicago where hundreds of plows stand at the ready at the first sign of flakes to make it look like no snow ever hit the streets. There is one maybe two plows here that will keep the main roads relatively clear and get to the lesser roads once the storm goes away, which in this case is reportedly Thursday.

His big ole' car couldn't make it up our hill. So he is trying to clear off the ice with a shovel. I wish him good luck with that.

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Less than four hours later:

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Mr. H. would like me to say that I am wrong and it wasn't at all an exercise in futility because he got his car in the driveway.

I say if it helps him to believe that. . .

Update

I did go home early yesterday. I let all the people at work freak me out until I was afraid that I would be stuck in a snowbank. As anticipated, the snow stopped shortly after I arrived home. I am slightly grateful that I left early, however, because after I left my home county this morning most of my road hadn't been plowed. The snow was worn down where others had driven, but it was not plowed. I am glad I didn't have to navigate that in the dark when the tracks wouldn't have been so worn.
Also, despite Mr. Hobbitfeet's fears and warnings, didn't have the trouble getting up the hill that I did last year. I credit my new tires. Thanks, Pelmo.

Movie Night Part Deux

Well, just as I promised, I rented Flight of the Navigator for Boy. He loved it as much as I did when I was little. This time we did much better; he laughed at all the same things that used to make me laugh. That was so much fun. He liked both movies, but he liked FotN better than Explorers, but if you have a kid as wonderfully nerdy as mine, I highly recommend both.

By the way, there is one thing that FotN had in it's favor (at least in my kids' eyes): Paul Rubens is the voice of the ship. He's credited in the movie as Paul Mall, but listening to the ship throughout the movie (and a quick double check of IMDB) lets you know the truth. My kids love Pee Wee. As a kid, I always thought it was just a really good Pee Wee impersonation. I guess that is one of the differences that the Internet makes.

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1/11/07
I completely forgot one of the most important parts of this story. Girl joined us for movie night last night. What was her opinion of FotN? She thought it was the SADDEST movie EVER. Girl cried throughout this entire movie. The only time she didn't cry is when the ship scanned the kid's brain and became Pee Wee Herman to a "T". She cried every time the little boy said he wanted his family (which happens quite a bit). She cried when the brother went onto the roof (because it's naughty to be on the roof). She cried when he willing leaves his family ("I want Davey back"). She cried at the happy ending (and not happy tears).
Girl is still in the phase where she can not imagine life without her mommy or her daddy, and especially with out her big brother, so FotN will have to wait for her until she hates us a little bit more.

Turkey Update

I did make the turkey, and it was fabulous. I ran into problems when I couldn't find the dried bread cubes I knew I had picked up at the store and ended up using a full loaf of bread. Causing Mr. Hobbitfeet to say "Did you and Girl eat a whole loaf of bread today?" I said "Think about what you had for dinner (did you ever know that I am a bitch?)"
It turns out he had put the dried bread crumbs in a drawer that used to be designated as one of the many junk drawers, and is now apparently where we keep things for baking, like sprinkles, coconut, and nuts. All things that only I would use, you'd think I'd get a say in it. At least I would.
Now I can stop feeling pressure to be the good wife that makes my husband turkey on a whim.
Now, If he ever brings a leg of lamb home I'm going to take a page out of Roald Dahl's book.