Basketball

Alder's team, which I am helping coach. First year for us both: he's a rookie, I'm an assistant. We are both enjoying it. So far, undefeated. Halfway done with season. Here's some of the team, totally cutting up. They play great together. Buncha good kids. 

Oh boy, we got a...

Bedhead

Lately Alder puzzles about 'just why his hair is shaped so weird', blaming it on the way it's cut. I tell him, 'it's not the way it's cut. You have a bed head'. And he has had a bedhead for most of life aside from the occasional special occasion. So I will help him comb it, which starts with sticking his head under the bathtub faucet. And he claims to still not like it but I know he appreciates it and is realizing that truly there is nothing wrong with his haircut. Or the shape of his head. (nor having a bad head every now and then) So today, when we were having the same conversation in the bathroom, I said, 'look, I will take a before and after picture.' When I took a before picture he had the puzzled, grumpy look on his face. And when I took the after picture I told him to smile. We got a good laugh out of this. He pointed out that it was like the advertisements where the people lose a bunch of weight: in the first picture they look really sad and slumped and in the second picture they look happy and the light is prettier. This was fun. Here's the before and after:

Valentine's Day Cards

Big Snow

Man we got buried. It was so fun, then so messy, then so inconvenient (overzealous school closings and getting way behind on work). But months and years from

now we will only remember the fun part. 

Winter has arrived...

In earnest. Two mornings in the teens. 

Little helper project for today:

When mommy is gone...

We llike to hold her napkin ring since we can't hold her hands when we say our blessing.  I did this once years ago and they never forget it. 

Mommy is in Colombia, S.A. this week.