Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Thomas skiing adventure

Today, John went into town and rented Thomas his first pair of skis and boots. While the snow fell, Thomas and John made repeated trips up the driveway, then down as Thomas took his first ski lesson, riding between daddy's legs and then on his own. He was brave enough at the end to go down without assistance, even though John followed closely behind to stop his quick descent.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Emergency Snow Declaration November 2006!!!

Today, when Thomas came in to wake me up, I asked him if the snow was still outside. He replied, "Ofcourse!" He clearly has not been around enough to realize the crazy weather that Whatcom County brings on at times. But yes, the piles of snow stuck around through the night, the mayor declared a Snow Emergency, and most business and places of work in town were closed due to the incredible storm. Listening to the radio to see what was happening outside, we found that John was also on a snow day, and we eagerly looked forward to the day.

We were also able to find out that traffic had stalled from Snohomish County all the way up to the Canadian border, with traffic sitting outside Lake Samish for up to 5 hours just to make it to Bellingham. That is normally at 15 minute drive? Maybe?!! Downed trees across the highway and a jackknifed semi truck were to blame. I'm so thankful John pulled a little 4 wheel drive and got us off when he did. We were stranded for about two hours in it, but it would have been so much worse.

We enjoyed the day of sledding at the school and over at Grandma Bernice's house.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Getting Home from Marathon-road marathon I-5

It took us 5 HOURS (normally 2) to get home from Seattle, and we only got home that "quickly" by creative 4 wheel driving on John's part. As I-5 turned in to a parking lot just out of Mt. Vernon (the reason we would only learn the next morning) we sat watching the snow pile up, people get in and out of their cars, munched on our cold Taco Bell from our lunch in Seattle, entertained ourselves with Thomas' movies, singing and books, and continued to pray that somehow the wall of cars would start to move. As darkness fell, we wondered when we would actually get home, as the highway traffic was not moving. Finally, John decided to chance a scary detour off the side of the highway and we carefully made our way by backroads. Grandma called Brad, who called us and let us know that her power was out, so we were very thankful to arrived back home to find the lights on. We were able to enjoy the 7 inches of snow that we had on the ground, introducing Thomas to the joys of that kind of snowfall!

Seattle Marathon 2006

Seattle Marathon 2006 Stadium Pictures

Okay, so the Seattle Marathon, right? Instead of Portland or Vegas. Minus Matt Pohlman, who was probably kissing his running feet with glee when he woke up in the morning. I'm sorry, but whoever continues to organize this event year after year, in November, needs to be shot! Going to bed chuckling about the potential for ugly weather the next morning broke to lots of head shaking and pitiful glances out the window as morning brought a driving wet blizzard, complete with gusting winds and heavy snow! We were just in so much shock that it was actually happening that we could only laugh and pray they didn't have to abandon the race with hypothermia! As hostess Erica, girls and Thomas loaded up the Pilot and headed for the stadium, the rain continued coming in sheets, furthering our disappointment and worry about the guys out on the road. Amazingly, as we parked downtown, the sky cleared, the wind died down and it was actually pleasant. However, as we huddled in the stadium, the clouds would periodically open up, drenching us with slushy rain. Thankfully, Matt called, bless his heart, and informed us that both John and Brad were doing well. It was the news we were hoping for as the kids played, joined by Mark, Robin and the kids, and Bruce and Lil who had joined us from the Arctic Whatcom County.

John's best time was the Portland Marathon at 3:26. Here, in the freezing rain and wind, he timed in at 3:44. Thomas didn't last to see his daddy finish the race, though, as his frozen hands were causing us to get very creative with hand warming techniques out on the field. I barely managed a glimpse and a yell as he rolled on by, as I alternated heating hands down my shirt and blowing like a heater.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Daddy's Fairhaven 15K Race in September 06

Daddy ran another race in preparation for the Vegas marathon that turned into preparation for the Seattle marathon. While waiting for him to show up at the finish, Thomas crossed his legs Whipple-style and enjoyed his Kids Cocoa from Starbucks.

Last days on the beach 2006

Viking Outing

On one of the last days of summer, we took a drive up to Western with our lunch of Quiznos and had a picnic. Of course, Thomas spied the new fountain up by the new rec center, and off we went. While my back was turned, Thomas decided to fully experience the new fountain, and happily splashed through the new structure, complete with waving sword. I'm sure Western officials wouldn't be pleased with the romp, but Thomas thoroughly enjoyed himself.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Thomas Sayings for November 2006

"Mommy, I put minty in my nose. Really burns." After putting Starbucks mint in his nose while riding with Daddy. Apparently he cried once it started to dissolve and he was quite surprised.

"Mommy, me sure lucky boy" after taking him to Taco Bell.

"I make big mess." Following a potty break in the corner of his room.

"Mommy, is toy store lost?" After an unsuccessful trip driving around Mt Vernon looking for the Toys R Us that doesn't exist.

"Of course, Mommy." When asked to help put in dirty laundry.

"Move it." When trying to get me off the stool.

"Mommy, come cuddle with me."

"Me no like it." For anything he doesn't like or thinks he doesn't like, including his favorite things if he's trying to avoid it in any way.

"Twinkle, Twinkle litte star, how I wonder what you ate for breakfast!" sung at the top of his lungs, including his booth at Red Robin.

"Whoa, look at those. Those so cool."

"Me no like my underwear, me no want them!" while crying and throwing a fit at the tiniest suggestion.

"Daddy, come wrestle me. Come do some wrestle-ling!"

"Come chase me!"

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Thomas Days!

Thomas is having a blast with his fall and doesn't seem to miss the beach and the sunny weather at all, which is a blessing to me. Although we are tied up inside a lot more than I'd like, he has taken to other activities with just as much gusto as he did with dock jumping. We're constantly hearing, "Daddy, come wrestle with me, do some wrestle-li-ling with me!" at the top of his lungs. "Come see me, come see me in mommy's room!" "Chase me, chase me, chaaaaaase me!" he'll call, unrelenting until you turn and give him your best I'm coming to get you look, and then he's off at a dead run, screaming through the house at top speed. He wants you to set up a play tent over and over, just so he can break it down, plays with any cream he can get his hands on and smears it in as many hidden places as he can think of, enjoys looking at and playing with the Christmas houses we've already pulled out, enjoys watching "Manny Manny" Handy Manny, Big Machines and Dora when I just need a break, and is now getting into Geo Trax, but refuses to let us play with them. We're just there as an audience for him. He cannot stand to be alone, from the time he wakes up until he finally gives it up at night. Most mornings I now find him in is crib hiding under his pillow, waiting for us to "wake up" and come get him. He'll then play for a few minutes with his trains, until I have to move out of his room to get breakfast or whatever. The chase is then on, as he'll follow us wherever we go, creating big master disasters wherever we may be. He's still refusing to wear the underwear we bought him, despite the numerous treats and bribes we've thrown his way, but when naked he'll go to the big potty without fail. He's very sweet and generous with his smooches and cuddles, and we enjoy a lot of cuddle sessions throughout the day.

Thomas has a great sense of direction and can find his way around town quite nicely, considering he is still a backseat driver. When going places he'll point out places of interest, talk about where we are going, despite me having not disclosed our plan, and let me know where he wants to go as we near it. Yesterday we were leaving our Chinese take out place, when he says from the back, "Mommy, that Taco Bell." (How he spied the joint as I flew through the intersection baffles me.) As I continued on through the intersection towards home, he said, "Mommy, me want Taco Bell. Me want taco with cheese." I told him I could make him a taco at home, and he told me, "Me want Taco Bell, Mommy. Turn around." So, like any good indulging mother, I quickly made a u-turn and returned to Taco Bell, wishing to the heavens that my cravings during this pregnancy weren't creating a monster of my son. Last week we made two trips to the mall, and each time instead of asking for McDonalds he begged to have lunch with me at Red Robin. We enjoyed a "leisurely" lunch together, coloring, dumping the salt and pepper, rolling trucks on the table, trying to climb the divider between tables, playing with the fake plants, rolling under the table, singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" at the top of his lungs, and the general chaos of "lunching" with a toddler. He must have loved it, because he continues to ask for Red Robin's chicken and fries each time we head down the Guide. Like I told me mother, I'm creating a monster with my cravings.