ya gotta do what’cha gotta do

January 13, 2011

He didn’t want to go outside when Miles asked. He wanted nothing to do with it, actually.

Until he remembered what happens when they come in from outside.
His thoughts were something like this…Oh yeah…the warm-up cocoa
which brought on
this…

{as he’s running away he’s saying, and then I really want hot cocoa}

{and that little blip of me at the end is from an old video I posted and am now trying to record over. Please forgive}

{and just pretend my storage space office is super clean and orderly}

So. We put on pants and then socks and then snow pants and then a coat and then he added a scarf (of mine) and then a hat (of Daddy’s) and then two mismatched mittens and then boots and then he went out for no longer than 5 minutes and then he was back at the sliding glass door shouting for cocoa.

And I quote, “I want cocoooaaaa, it’s sooo coooold.” (Repeat x 5)

The End.

P.S. All credit for that rockin‘ cool new blog header up there goes to my friend Sarah, who saved me from trying to do things I don’t know how to do by doing them for me because she knows how to do them. And another thank you to the lovely Ann Imig, who came up with a tag line that I love. My heart. My gut. My boys. Indeed. And finally, a photo credit is due–Miles (yes, my very own 5 year old), my photog, snapped this Lego man photo on his very own. He’s a genius.

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