(The animal, not the golfer...obviously.)
My cliche New Years line: I can't believe it's been a whole decade since the turn of the century, Y2K, end of the world, yada, yada, yada. I feel the same as everyone else who has already blogged about this.
Apparently 2010 has not brought me anything exciting to blog about.
We rang in the new year with our good friends and had more fun than I thought possible.
It's only January 6th and already, I've had enough cold and snow. My appreciation for winter weather is severely limited...basically to Christmas day only. (And we didn't have it for Christmas by the way.)
If I don't get my snow shoveled before I take Parker to school, my kind, elderly neighbor beats me to it. Shouldn't it be the other way around?
I finally got a coat. I like it. I like, like it...like more than a friend. OK, I LOVE it. Is it possible to be in love with a coat? I say yes.
I'm itching to keep going with all the house painting. I think winter is doing that to me. When it's so drab outside, I certainly need something a little more lively indoors.
Uncle Mike got the crazies a couple movies for Christmas. And while I appreciate him introducing us to Phineas and Ferb (it really is pretty funny), I'm irritated that he can pick better movies for my kids than I can. They have no interest in the movie I got them and beg to watch this all day everyday. Even Gray can sing along to the theme song.
And speaking of Gray, he's learned to jump. Like a legitimate both-feet-off-the-ground jump. It's cute.
I have nothing more to report.