Turn Arounds, Teeth, and Old Toys

Well, I got up this morning, got Kate all dressed, packed her snack bag, wrote out this month's tuition check, put her good behavior tokens in a baggy to be exchanged for a trip to the treasure box, strapped both kiddos in their car seats, patted myself on the back for making decent timing, and drove to Kate's preschool only to turn around and drive right back home


with Kate still in the car.



Today was not the day that school started back.


Apparently.



When does one learn to actually read the calendars sent home to parents?


The holidays have indeed fried my brain. 


So, I turned around - but not in the preschool's turnabout, because I didn't want anyone seeing me (not that there was anyone there to see me. Everyone else was still at home, in their pj's, reading their monthly calendar.)   So,  I used the next driveway as my sneaky turn around spot.  What?   I can do that. 


I was excited about getting back into routine, I guess.  As I've told you before, I thrive on routine.  Plus, I was running out of crafts and fun things to do 'round here.  We've pretty much exhausted all means of 'fun' around here for a while.


Yesterday we resorted to drawing our bodies on butcher paper.  Well, Kate and Hamp's that is.  We voted against drawing Mama, because with the height I'm packin', that roll of paper wouldn't be much of a roll anymore.

Love his blonde mohawk!

Hamp wasn't sure what was going on and wouldn't stay very still, which resorted in one leg longer than the other.  His legs are constantly moving.  Maybe he's born to run?






Hamp's also been quite the drooler lately.  No shirt is safe around him, it will inevitably end up drenched, even if he's wearing a bib. 


His little gums are swollen and I just know that a tooth (or two!) will be poppin' through any day now.



Trying to get a shot of his puffy gums.  Kate wanted to show her teeth, too.





Drool is cool. 
And so are orange noses due to lots of carrots and sweet 'taters.



Playing with the toys Santa brought me.



Sorry, I got a little sidetracked.  Those lips are just too much!  Sweeeeeeeet sugar.




And I forgot to mention that it snowed for a millisecond over Christmas weekend!  Kate had been asking all month long if it was going to snow for Christmas and my response was always, "No baby, it doesn't snow where we live."  Well, I guess I didn't know what I was talking about.  We pulled Kate out of bed, wrapped her in blankets and took her outside to see it!  She couldn't believe her eyes and promptly pointed out the fact that I was wrong.  It does snow where we live.


We got it on video, but no pictures.  It didn't last long enough for all that. 


But M to the Izz-A had decided earlier that week that since it doesn't snow where we live (or so we thought), he'd make some ice for Kate, using the ol' sprinkler system.

And for the record, I tried to start the new year off to a productive start.


Tried. 

Project Old Toy Toss will have to be completed during nap time, because just as I went to toss this toy:

Kate reminded me with all the excitement that she could muster, "Wait, Mama!  I remember that!  I love it!  I remember it from when I was born in a baby manger!"

So it looks like that turtle is gonna be stickin' around for a while.  But only because it was given to us by one of the three wise men.