The Big Snow!

Scott and kids in the front yard.



Flag from our front porch.



Isaac in his sled.



Dylan in the backyard.



Scott with his sled.



After eating snow.



Another view of the front yard.



Dylan. About to cause trouble.



Front yard again.



Just plain fun!



The trees bordering the backyard.



Dylan making snow angels.



The finished product.



Katherine at the trampoline. She couldn't resist jumping on it!



The side of our front yard.



The opposite of "the hot seat".

The Things They Say

I just walked in from picking up Isaac from preschool. I've been gone all morning, so I sat down to check the headlines. (I know, it's sad that Yahoo is my primary source of news.)

Isaac, sitting in my lap and looking at the keyboard, asked, "What's this big button?'

"That's the space bar."

"If I push it, will it shoot me out into space?"



I'm really gonna miss these preschool years!

Roll Tide!!!

Alabama 32 Florida 13

Was that some game or what? We watched it at Brian and Stacye's house. It's funny how we moved to New Jersey and met some great friends who love the Crimson Tide as much as we do!

I felt kind of sorry to see Tebow crying. Of course, he made me cry last year, so I guess we're even.

Roll Tide!!!

You Better Watch Out

It's that time of year again. Santa spotting with Isaac. He can spot a man a mile away that has any one characteristic of good ole St. Nick, and he's yelling (which is Isaac's normal speaking voice), "There's Santa Claus!

Man with white hair? There's Santa Claus!
Man with big belly? There's Santa Claus!
Man with beard? There's Santa Claus!
Man wearing red? There's Santa Claus!

Unfortunately, it's not generally considered flattering to be compared to Santa, so the men are usually glaring at us or hiding in embarrassment.

Our worst "Santa Spotting" moment happened last year in the produce section of the grocery store. We encountered an Orthodox Jewish man who, unfortunately for all involved, had several of the above characteristics - white hair (with ringlets by his face), big belly, plus he had a beard. All but the red suit and reindeer.

When Isaac started yelling, "There's Santa!", I couldn't get away fast enough. The man was not amused, and, to make matters worse, Isaac started screaming and crying and causing a huge scene. He was convinced more than ever that he had found Santa, right there by the apples and bananas in Shop Rite, and I was denying him the chance of a lifetime. This is even more ironic, considering when we saw the actual Santa at Macy's in New York City, Isaac couldn't get away fast enough. Go figure.