The Brotherhood

Brothers are so cool. Obviously I don't know what it's like to be a brother, but I'd imagine it's pretty neat. Two guys, on the same wavelength, same parents, same complaints, same joys...pretty cool. I think Marsh should now qualify for some type of Brother of the Year award, as he is so understanding, patient and loving of his baby brother. "Here Clancey, let me show you how that works." I'm blessed.

Seriously, this is amazing

PAPA + WOOD = AMAZING GIFTS WE ARE THE LUCKY RECIPIENTS OF.

The Cake That Will Live in Infamy

Okay, well maybe not infamy...

The other day Marsh and I were looking through photos and came across this one....his 5 year birthday cake. To which he announced to me "Mommy it would be okay if I had this cake forever." Forever? I ask. "Yeah, for every birthday." So for the time being (meaning the next five minutes) this will be his cake of choice....until next year when his grand scheme changes....there have been whisperings already of a HotWheels cake. I wouldn't complain if this was indeed what he wanted "forever". A thick layer of devil's food, an equally thick layer of white, all slathered in a coating of buttercream frosting.

Mmmm....this is to forever. :-)

The Princess...er....Princely Robe

Clancey Dylan....what a little guy....wears the princess robe without even complaining.

The hand-me-down situation had been going along great until the COLD weather hit. I felt that both boys should don robes all day when it was 6 gillion below zero, as it felt like we could hang meat in our living room despite our furnace's best efforts. Well, herein lies the problem. I made Marshall a robe when he was around two years old....cutest darn robe if I do say so. It's made of super soft blue fleece with fire trucks and the like all over it. He's getting too big for it now, but I haven't made a new one yet to replace the old, so he keeps wearing it...wrists showing and all. But that is ONE robe....we have TWO boys who were in need of cloaking that VERY COLD day. So....in the back of my mind, back somewhere in the cobwebby part that only allows thoughts out when you are almost asleep, I remembered that my folks had brought over a container of things from my childhood closet....one of which was what we will label "the princess robe". It's very heavy, knitted from tip to top of white and mint green yarn with an empire waste and little tie in the front. Two boys, one robe....we're going to need the princess robe. We unearthed the little gem from the container, wrapped Clancey Dylan in the robe, wiggled a hat onto his head and he couldn't have been happier. Wouldn't you like to be this cozy? (even if you had to wear a princess robe?)

Mmmmmmm........

After a slight hickup in our giddyup due to the freakishly cold weather we had the week before last, Marsh finally got to take his birthday treats to school. They had to make a slight detour to the freezer after school was cancelled the prior Thursday. That seems really funny when I think about it....had to put his treats in the FREEZER because it was too cold....could have just left them out in the car and they'd have been flash frozen for our future enjoyment. He told me he got the thumbs up from his classmates on his selection of chocolate cupcakes with blue frosting and fish sprinkles. (fish shaped, not fish flavored in case you were wondering.)

Fuzzy Bear or Barack Obama....Obama Everytime

Hmm....I'll preface this story by reminding the reading audience that I have a FIVE year old son, and not a FORTY-FIVE year old son. When we got home from preschool today Marsh was playing with the rubber reptile collection he had happily brought home as his birthday gift from preschool the day before. I mentioned to him that they were, indeed, all reptiles...frogs, snakes and lizards. I went on, in my limited knowledge of science to describe what that meant, including the fact that WE are mammals. What's a mammal Mommy? Well....this, this and this is about all I know about mammals from 6th grade science (I was a history girl, okay?). So, in my infinite wisdom I suggest that he should have Daddy read him some mammal info tonight when he goes to bed....they've been reading info on the Blackberry at bedtime....sun info, moon info, you know all the typical five year old requests. ;-) So he says to me......"Well actually Mommy tonight I wanted to read about Barack Obama's Inauguration Speech."

Okay, you win. Remember....FIVE, not FORTY FIVE.

Warm Fuzzy Greetings

Clancey's lady friend would like to wish everyone a happy January. Now that she is clothed she feels more comfortable appearing in public, although she and Clancey aren't seeing as much of each other right now....while he adjusts to her new, improved, clothed self (thanks to Mema for whipping up the lady friend's snazzy ski sweater set). :-)