still january, still wearing sweatshirts.

the adventures of poopchick and peepchick
riley transports adam back to 5th grade with a cat's cradle extravaganza while ilvs has one last go round the potluck table (such good food this week).
normally i'd call this tv face but because i'm into accuracy i'll call it cartoon happy-hour at central cinema face. really rolls off the tongue, that one.
if you haven't seen the snl skit you should. also shout out to special craig for working that photoshop magic.
fisticuffs, a slip and fall on the icy path, consumption or just a victim of that cold dry air and too much nose picking?
the long weekend was an excellent excuse to visit the cascade mountains and reacquaint ourselves with that cold, white, powder. what's it called again?
waterless fountain = excellent climbing structure. also please note that riley and pedro are wearing sweatshirts in january. #winteronthewestcoast
the real highlight of the day was this dancing, remote control robot that spits foam frisbees, hours of pure entertainment.
this year to cut down on the number of presents we did a secret santa situation. i don't think it worked.
tasting the edible arrangement and trying out their 'people eating in commercials faces'.
have i mentioned how amazing it is to live (and sometimes travel) with two extra adults? because it is pretty much the best thing ever.