Photos & Video
Throwback Thursday has always stumped me, mainly because I’m highly distractible. Without any specific goal, I usually end up pulling an album off the shelf from 1992 and end up swimming in photos until Sunday. But this week we found ourselves on the floor of my closet looking through old jewelry, and I couldn’t help of remember doing this countless times before with my own mom, touching her treasures and listening to her stories. And thus, I give you #mwm: Memories With Mom. Me doing things with my girls that my mom did with me.
Sometime around mid-November, the weather here plummeted into freezing temperatures. I guess we really were having a warm year, because although we weren’t exactly walking around in shorts anymore, I was so wholly unprepared for such an extreme change that my only choice in getting to the store one morning was grabbing Sarah & Ashley’s only winter jackets out of our ‘For Consignment’ bin. They’re about 2 sizes to small now. And I was SO GLAD for once that I had procrastinated getting old stuff out of the house. And yeah. They’re still wearing them.
Even though we keep the house at what most native Seattleites consider uncomfortably hot (72), Trav and I have been complaining about being cold and keeping a blanket within reach AT ALL TIMES. The curtains are permanently closed until Spring, and just looking outside starts a serious debate on whether anywhere we have to do go that day is really THAT important.
Two days after Thanksgiving, we woke up to cloudy skies and falling snow. It was still there 3 hours after we woke, dressed, ate and struggled through 8 socks, 8 shoes, 6.5 stupid, frustrating gloves, 4 coats and approximately 5 tantrums from MOM YOU’RE TAKING TO LONG BECAUSE SNOW THERE’S SNOW!! and 16 OH MY GOD, CALM DOWNS.
Luckily I remembered my camera and resolved to let them stay out until their gloves got soaked, or they started shivering. Whichever came first. I froze my own fingers off, but it was worth it just for these: