The Great Snowman Day

This last great snow storm was for Naomi, who wanted to make a snowman!

Here is Ian's creation! He made the baby snowman; with help from Mimi.
Ian with the baby. Naomi with the mom. Vivi with the dad.
Dayna made the big snowguy up front. Only Ian would cheese for the picture.

(It is a nice view of Naomi's bum and the back of Viv's head though.)
Un snow beso.
It was a fun way to spend a Saturday afternoon. We are glad the Birds came to visit!!!!

Si Vas Para Chile

Yesterday marked 1 year since our big trip to Chile. Ian celebrated by doing two things. First, Ian wore his soccer uniform from Chile and wrote a backwards 7 on the jersey in magic marker. Yeah. It was great. Pato told him he'd put a number on the back, but then didn't get to it and Ian hasn't forgotten the jersey needs a number. We also ate the last of our cookies from Chile! Here is Ian with his two little friends having hot chocolate and chilean cookies after spending an hour playing in the snow!

C-H-I-L-E. Chi, chi, chi, le, le, le. ¡Viva Chile!

Ayer marca el día justo que fuimos a Chile un año atras. Ian celebró haciendo dos cosas. Primero pusó su ropa de la selección y esribió un 7 detras de la camisa en lapíz negro. Pues Pato le dijó que iba a poner un número detras y se nos escapó el tiempo. Pero Ian no se ha olvidado que su camisa necesita un número. También terminamos a comer los últimos dulces y galletas de Chile. La foto muestra el Ian tomando chocolate calentito y comiendo galletas chilenas con 2 de sus amigos despues que jugaron en la nieve por una hora entera.

C-H-I-L-E. Chi, chi, chi, le, le, le. ¡Viva Chile!

Who's the Fat Lady?

About 7:00 a.m. on Sunday morning Ian climbed into my bed and I guess, somehow, I accidentally rolled over his arm. He didn't complain about it at all, but later marched on down to Mimi and Papa's for "something." He wouldn't disclose what that "something" was. About 15 minutes later he walked up with his right arm completely wrapped, from wrist to shoulder, in an ace bandage.
"What you got there, Buddy?" I asked.
"It's an R.C. Willey bandage," he said proudly.
"A what?" I didn't even get it.
"An R.C. Willey bandage." He repeated. Then, I started laughing. Ace Hardware, R.C. Willey. What is the difference really? When I wouldn't let him wear a long sleeve shirt and gloves to church, he tired of the "R.C. Willey" bandage and took it off.
Later that night he was wrestling with Whit. I yelled, "Dog Pile on Whit!"
Ian jumped on and I went to jump on him and he screamed, "Wait! I don't want a fat lady on me!"
"Who's the fat lady?" I asked.
Later as I retold the story and said again, "Who's the fat lady?" Sophie laughed right out loud over her dinner. I guess I must be the fat lady.

Feliz Día de Amor

BE MINE!

¡SEAS MIO!

The Homemade Camp Fire

While I was doing the dishes, Ian started a campfire in the living room. Fortunately it was only a paper fire. He painted the fire on several pieces of paper and then roasted his marshmallow on a fork. (He also built a tent over the kitchen chairs.) He can't wait for summer!

Mientras yo lavaba la losas, Ian empezó un incendio en el living. Afortunadamente fue un incendio de papel solamente. Pintó el fuego encima de unos papeles y estaba cocinando su marshmallow (no me acuerdas mi castellano) en un tenador. (También hizó una carpa sobre las sillas de la cocina.) ¡No puede esperar el verano!

The Easy Way

Since Ian is a lefty, he frequently writes in both directions. He was doing this math paper and I told him to put his name on it. He said, "I did. The easy way." It is hard to see in this picture, but if you look closely, you will see that between the letters a and m in the word name, he put a big I. So, with his backwards, left handed writing....it indeed spells his name. I hope he doesn't get so lazy that actually writing out a three letter name is a chore that needs to be done "the easy way."

American Idol

Ian and I watch American Idol; sometimes. We've been able to catch a few episodes the last couple of weeks. Ian likes to put a thumbs up or thumbs down while hearing the singer. Last night I was trying to bother him by singing in his ear. He stood up, pointed his finger toward the door, and yelled, "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HOLLYWOOD!" Hum. I guess he doesn't think I can sing.

Ian y yo miramos American Idol; a veces. Tuvimos tiempo a verlo la semana pasada. Ian le gusta ser juez; poniendo su dedo arriba o abajo mientras se escucha el cantante. Ayer yo estaba molestando, cantandole en el oido. Se paró, señaló hacía la puerta, y gritó, -NO VAS A HOLLYWOOD! Ummm. Parece que él no cree que yo puedo cantar.