Well, well, well. What a weekend we've all enjoyed. What's not to enjoy about snow and a Jayhawk loss? It's good times here in the land of Hondo. Fortunately our built-in entertainment persists...
While eating dinner on Friday evening we were discussing our middle names, which is still a somewhat confusing concept for Thomas. Andrew was trying to explain it to him in a patronizing tone he has perfected...
Andrew: Thomas, your middle name is Luke.
Thomas: No, my name is Thomas.
Andrew: Your first name is Thomas. Your middle name is Luke. You know how you can remember that? It's like Luken Logs.
Thomas: [looking confused]
Me: Do you mean Lincoln Logs?
Andrew: Oh. Yes. Never mind.
As we were leaving the Kansas City Zoo on Friday afternoon the cold front of the century was blowing through town, dropping the temperature 20 degrees in a matter of minutes. I was carrying Thomas and running, trying to get to the car as quickly as possible. He was squirming around, insisting I stop...
Thomas: Mommy, stop PLEASE, I really want to see that bus.
Me: It's just a bus, Thomas, let's look as we run.
Thomas: No, it's not a regular bus. It has an upstairs. It's a double dipper bus.
Yesterday afternoon, after not getting dressed until noon and not having left the house at 4 p.m., I suggested the kids get bundled up to play in our rapidly melting, hopefully last of the season, snow. They agreed it was a good idea and only had to take a bathroom break each while dressed in full snow gear. Victory!
After about 30 minutes outside Andrew asked if I would get a rope and the sled so he could pull Thomas like a sled dog. That seemed like a good idea until Mark busted them heading up the deck stairs, sled in hand, to get a running start into the yard. Someone call Mensa.