It’s Beginning to Look Like Christmas…

I never got why people made such a big deal about snow. Especially since I grew up in Alaska, where snow was very abundant and cold weather was just the norm. But now that I live in Colorado, the snow is a much bigger deal. There’s the ski season, traffic is slower, schools sometimes close, and although it is pretty and makes the outside glisten with the fresh powder it can also be a headache. Like for instance, shoveling {I am grateful that the hubs is the one who does the shoveling at our house} and when freak storms happen and we get dumped with feet upon feet of snow it can be quite a workout shoveling all of that from our driveway. But the best part of the snow this year has been watching BabyBird’s reaction to seeing it. It usually starts snowing by the time he’s already in bed, so when he wakes up in the morning the ground and everything is covered with a white blanket of snow. His reaction? ‘Oh wow!’ and I love the excitement in his voice. I am so curious as to what he is thinking and how he is processing that upon waking up the world outside looks different.


Pumpkin Patch 2012

Wait, what do you mean these aren’t for sitting on?

It’s the perfect size and I have a field full of them.

I must test out each one.



The Day We Spent in PJs

Winter suddenly hit. It was 70s one day, and then we have snow and the high is in the 30s. Boo!

This Monday, we didn’t have any plans or had to be anywhere and plus it was a chilly 40s outside so we stayed in our soft and cozy PJs all day. Nothing better than hanging out in your fleece footed PJs all day.

Throughout the day, this little guy was just into ::everything:: so I naturally took pictures and sent some to Daddy while he was at work. His first response… hey wait, are you guys still in PJs? Of course!

Caught playing on Momma’s computer.


As I was prepping lunch, I hear little rattles coming from the living room.

Me: Buddy, what are you doing?

BabyBird: Rocks!!

         ::thinking to myself, what toy do we have that is like rocks, then it dawns on me::

Me:  What?!?!!

He squeezed himself in between the couch and the side table and opened the drawer to find some old decorative rocks and candle holders.


I told him that lunch was ready and he hopped onto our regular chairs for the first time and sat down. No booster. No highchair. No bib. Just a regular chair at the dining table, eating his lunch like a big Montessori kid.

Okay, that’s cute and all but you can stop growing now. K? thanks.


After nap {which of course was done so in PJs} we finally did get dressed and went outside. By the afternoon it warmed up to 55 degrees so we bundled up and went for a walk. He loves this little bridge that goes over a dried up creek by the bike path near the neighborhood playground. He walked back and forth on this so many times.


BabyBird: Tree! Leaves. Fall down.

Yes, honey. That is a tree, and the leaves are falling down. I have to say, right around 18 months, these babies toddlers get it. Their comprehension astounds me everyday. He understands what I am saying. Which is equally frustrating when I ask him to do something and he does the complete opposite. Oh, toddlerhood.

The other day when it was raining, he asked me “Rain. Off, Momma. Uh-oh. Eyes. Nose. It’s wet” How sweet is that? But unfortunately, Momma can’t turn the rain off.


There’s a brand new elementary school only a few minutes away from our house. Since it was later in the afternoon, we walked over and played on the Kindergarden playground. He got up on this rock by himself and was quite proud. His little shadow kills me.

Our typical Mondays.

Disclaimer: Most of the time, we do get dressed. Most. 


Autumn is my favorite time of the year. The slight chill in the air, the leaves changing colors and getting to bundle up in sweaters and boots.

Last week, we met up with Daddy on Pearl St. for a froyo break during the day. Then we stayed around while he wrapped up a few things at the office and then joined us for dinner.

he looks guilty. Like I just caught him with his hands in the cookie jar


I am always in awe of the beauty on Pearl St in Boulder. On this picture perfect fall day, the temps were in the 70’s with a slight breeze.


BabyBird loved running up and down the mall crunching on leaves and finding rocks & bugs.


Taking in the beautiful scenery, just hanging out by the little brick wall …


Checking out the leaves and rocks … Hm. Hey, buddy – watcha up to there?


So what you don’t see is after he gets up on this wall, he proceeds to walk the perimeter of it like it was the balance beam in gymnastic class {this wouldn’t be a bad thing, except he only walks on the beam once during gymnastic class, but if we are anywhere else everything turns into a balance beam. Go figure.} We are now at the stage where he refuses to hold my hand or let me touch him, so I cautiously walk next to him ready to catch at a moment’s notice. Oh, and he also refuses any assistance walking up or down stairs now. Knock on wood, he has not fallen down {or up} the stairs.  Okay, big boy.