28 December, 2008

Henry's birthday

Henry's second birthday was spent snuggled at home during a big New Hampshire snow storm rather than at the museum as planned. I think we ended up with about 2 feet. We had just returned home the day before, following our time at my Mom's due to the ice storm. We made pizzas, cake, opened presents, and just otherwise enjoyed being home. He especially liked his new wooden cutting cake and vegetables.

Henry is finally starting to tell us he is two, rather than four. Same goes with his name, in the past preferring to call himself Noah. Happy second birthday, sweet boy! I love you, love you, love you.

27 December, 2008

Finally home

We are finally home, with power and a phone, after 9 days at my very generous Mother's house in MA. I have been asked for pictures of the ice storm, these do not do it justice. You might be able to make out the limb that fell from across the street. This is what tore the lines from our house. The road in front of our house was closed because of the lines. We still have some toppled trees to remove from our yard. We had just had some trees removed a few weeks before, very thankfully, or who knows how much worse it could have been. You cannot clearly see the ice in these pictures, but everything was covered. Covered.

We have just finished our Christmas celebration, I will add more pictures later. For now, some from the storm. I hope everyone is doing well--

07 December, 2008

My super cool husband

I want to take a minute to brag about my husband. I could get all Middle School on you and tell you that he's really cute, because he is. I could say something more meaningful like he is really smart. Really. And he does meaningful work that he should be proud of. He could have easily sold out and found a number of jobs making a good bit more money, but chooses to do something he feels is worthwhile, valuable. Is worthwhile and valuable. The list goes on. But the past few days have been a reminder of what means the most to me, the kind of father he is to our sons. I came downstairs yesterday to find all of my boys in the kitchen making applesauce. This task would have seemed daunting to many, like me, for example. But he tackled the challenge like a pro. My kids were so happy.

The other act of brilliance, if you ask me, was Peter's creation of the "Cutting Bag". My kids love to cut things, like most young kids. Noah especially. Peter decided to put together a small bag of recyclables and other paper that is safe for cutting, and the boys know to go directly to it when they feel like cutting. I love it.

I'm a lucky gal.