The boys own version of the Olympics in the backyard. Stair sledding. Jack is spending the weekend with us while his parents go on their first vacation solo- all the way to Hawaii! They went to bed around 1am last night and are back at it since 8:30 this morning. I think its safe to say they are having an awesome time.

Timmy had a basketball game this morning and I finally (because of the photo a day project motivation) remembered to bring the camera! So this is also kinda cheating cause it’s 3 pictures, and the lighting in the gym sucks, and I’m much better at taking baseball game pictures due to tons of experience, but here’s todays picture anyway:

Timmy jumping up for the pass, taking the shot and making it, and getting some congrats from his teammate. He scored 6 pts this game and was pretty excited! So glad he’s loving basketball as much as he does. Who knew?

In other news: I have a friend looking for a home for sale in town FAST!!!! They sold their house in less than one week and now need to find someplace to live in Rockville Centre. So if you know of anyone selling their home in town or if you are, can you please shoot me a message thru the blog and I will pass it along to them? They’re an awesome family with two young girls and two dogs- one of which used to be mine. Thanks so much!

Ok, technically I took this one last night so if you’re keeping score at home I probably lose some photo a day points for that. But I’m up to 6 days, so that’s something! Timmy’s doctor said no more showers until it warms up so baths only till then to help with his bad winter eczema. So baths with glops of vaseline over wet skin seems to be the miracle cure. And what is a bath without ducks?

Perhaps I should have taken a picture of one of the following atrocities today:

1. me shoveling the slush/snow mix in my pi’s while getting rained on.

2. me cooking eggs and bacon for breakfast.

or 3. me ironing the boys school clothes.

For those of you who don’t know me well, I don’t do winter at all, i don’t cook much and never cook breakfast. Ever. and I didn’t realize we still had an iron in the house. But the above were too upsetting as it was, so no need to capture it for posterity. I can pretend it didn’t happen. (other than the aching back, wet clothes, house that smells like bacon & serious mental trauma from the iron). Happy freaking winter!