A Husky Little Boy.
Years ago, in Calgary, I had a friend who had a husky. The dog. This dog was so in love with being outside, that it considered it some form of punishment to have to come indoors. Especially in the winter. No matter how freakin' cold it got, the dog was happy to be outdoors.
Well, now that we have a proper back yard, Isaac is showing his true husky ways. He wants to go outside a) as much as possible, and b) for as long as possible.
When he gets out there, he wants to build the world's largest snowfort. Today the batttlements went up, and then Isaac started talking all crazy about a roof...that's when the wind picked up, and I decided it was time to come in.
Isaac would have none of it. Forget that his cheeks care bright pink, and his lips are so frozen that he's slurring his words, he wants to stay outside. Even if we're not going to put a roof on it, he wants to just stay out in the snow as long as possible.
The only unfortunate drawback to this is that he won't stay back there on his own yet, so one of us (read: me) has to be outside freezing his little hiney off with said Husky.
Usually it's a good excuse to have a pipe, but when that's done, there's only so much freezing I'm willing to endure.
Meanwhile, an eerie calm has descended over the house now that Auntie Sibavaughn has left. She was here for just over a week, and it was glorious. She watched the kids, and bought them (and us!) gifts, and did lots of dishes. I'm just wondering when she can move in. :)
Getting ready, both physically and mentally for my upcoming trip to Honduras. I am committed to taking more photos this time, and posting them somewhere that everyone can see them...although I have been warned that the hotel I am staying at is NOT to be left at night...apparently it's right on the corner of the Transvestite stroll. Ahh, Business Travel. Never a dull moment.
Years ago, in Calgary, I had a friend who had a husky. The dog. This dog was so in love with being outside, that it considered it some form of punishment to have to come indoors. Especially in the winter. No matter how freakin' cold it got, the dog was happy to be outdoors.
Well, now that we have a proper back yard, Isaac is showing his true husky ways. He wants to go outside a) as much as possible, and b) for as long as possible.
When he gets out there, he wants to build the world's largest snowfort. Today the batttlements went up, and then Isaac started talking all crazy about a roof...that's when the wind picked up, and I decided it was time to come in.
Isaac would have none of it. Forget that his cheeks care bright pink, and his lips are so frozen that he's slurring his words, he wants to stay outside. Even if we're not going to put a roof on it, he wants to just stay out in the snow as long as possible.
The only unfortunate drawback to this is that he won't stay back there on his own yet, so one of us (read: me) has to be outside freezing his little hiney off with said Husky.
Usually it's a good excuse to have a pipe, but when that's done, there's only so much freezing I'm willing to endure.
Meanwhile, an eerie calm has descended over the house now that Auntie Sibavaughn has left. She was here for just over a week, and it was glorious. She watched the kids, and bought them (and us!) gifts, and did lots of dishes. I'm just wondering when she can move in. :)
Getting ready, both physically and mentally for my upcoming trip to Honduras. I am committed to taking more photos this time, and posting them somewhere that everyone can see them...although I have been warned that the hotel I am staying at is NOT to be left at night...apparently it's right on the corner of the Transvestite stroll. Ahh, Business Travel. Never a dull moment.
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