Supposed to be What-I-Wore-Wednesday, I know. But I’m just wearing a million winter clothes in a million layers and my BUSINESS hat because: Valetine-y business in the city! 🙂
We’ve been having some fun, and here are some photos.
First of all, I was looking back in the archives of the ol’ blog. This was Paul shoveling last year:
And another:
So. Remember how I said we’ve been setting snow-records here?
I came home Monday and saw Paul.
He was chipping the ice off of the driveway, which was crazy-thick and so that chore was essentially insanity from the get-go.
And I said, “Ha ha, let me take your picture.”
And he said, “I will. But I won’t smile. Because I’m not happy right now.”
I don’t blame him. The drive was really icy and I guess one of his hoe-things broke and everything.
What else is new?
Well, Valentine’s day is coming up!
I love Valentine’s day. It’s a lovely time to remind people that they’re special and that you care. If you would, try to give someone a kind word on Valentine’s day. So often people feel left out on that day, and it really only takes something simple to make someone smile.
So: that’s that.
Aaaaaaand on Tuesday a bunch of us came out to watch Christine play an indoor soccer game.
I kind of arrived late, and everyone else was sitting on the bleachers.
But I was like, “Nahhhhhhh” so I stood on the side-lines and yelled until my brothers and a gaggle of their friends came and joined me.
Epic fun.
We named the team (“Cardinals”), the opposing team (“Muskrats”) and assigned names to most of the players.
Including but not limited to:
Macklemore (he had a similar haircut).
Hannah Banana.
Lavendar (this was a heavier guy…with a curly-head-and-beard).
Blueberry (opposing team, actually).
Charles (Often yelled, “Sir Charles!” or “Charlie!”).
Catalina (oh how they loved yelling her name. Slight musical qualities and what not).
Paulo.
Hermes (wearing green shoes).
and, lastly, “Kyle.”
And we yelled and cheered every time they stole a ball and cried “waaaah!” like babies when one of the opposing team members were bad sports and ended by lifting Christine like she just won the World Cup.
That’s what’s up.
And, since you’ve been good, here’s a picture of Paul and Kiwi:
The end.
And now I’m exhausted after an hour of swimming because I don’t think I know what I’m doing and therefore my ENTIRE SELF feels tired and chapped. 🙂
So, I’m going to chat with my mom and pray a rosary and sign off.
Toodle-oo!