the adventures of poopchick and peepchick
because sometimes you don't get enough snow in your face just sledding down the hill.
kale is allowed to use riley's keyboard only with strict supervision.
it is true that this mountain of snow is in our front yard. when will it end, people, when will it end?
family portrait with self timer.
that is called a buddha's hand. bet you wish you had one at your party.
guess who tore it up on the triangle at luke's birthday hootenanny.
riley is really feeling the self timer function of the digi cam these days.
our very last christmas package (thank goodness) involved a true lego bonanza. thanks gee geed and big da.
pure sledding magic.
a little family christmas shot minus riley, who was sulking, and oren, who'd already gone home.
sometimes when the g rated movies get to be a little scary you need to watch them from behind a pillow, safe in uncle jp's lap.
she not only got him the pirate ship kit, she helped him put it together.
a little face time with gram.
christmas morning. take three.
sir kale shows off his knightly finery.
it's like riley died and went to heaven.
mother nature totally came through with the snow for our wintersports week in nh. and yes we're using a snow blower to clear the pond.
matching comb-overs.
home again and ready to read his current fave "earthquakes and other natural disasters" to levi.
kale looks like a good cookie maker but really he's a good cookie taster.
everybody gets their dance on at nama's.
if we were organized enough to send out holiday cards you could have a copy of this shot on your fridge right now.
turns out nama makes an excellent sled dog.
ringing in the new year with a little fresh squeezed. delish.
making some cheesecakes, doing some spacing out.
kids' shaving kit = best gift ever.
hot tub squinters. (also that is ice in their hair because new mexico is freezing)
christmas morning take 2.
back at vicki's house for our (is there a word for every five years?) visit.
riley and kale meet rich - who, had things worked out differently, could have been their step grandfather.
from 70 degrees to 7 degrees in a two hour flight. good thing we packed the snow pants.
parting is such sweet sorrow.
annual christmukah photo.