What Yesterday looked like

GNO until 2am

climbed into bed and Paul was just waking up

hadn't talked for a few days - and hey, we were both up, so why not then?

Talked until 3am

He got up and left for work not too much later while I was sound asleep

Alex woke at 5:47am - and came into my room for something every 15 minutes

So when I dragged myself out of bed just before 7 - 

I looked like this

Pale skin, dark circles, bed head (and that's how I went to preschool with Noah for his Special Day)

I also woke to this email from Paul:

Hey, nice talking to you at 2 AM.  This may be our best way to talk this month since I'll be going to bed with the kids every night.  I hope you aren't too sleepy today.  Tell Noah I'm excited for his special day.  I'll talk to you later on sometime. Love you. pg

Outside my front window - 

It looked like this

and the sled hill out back - 

It looked like this

So the kids demanded some Hot Chocolate (with a capital H capital C please) - 

and they looked like this

Alex finally got some snow clothes, so when we went sledding that afternoon - 

she looked like this

and tried to climb the slippery slidey hill  - 

like this

Noah's face - 

looked like this

(the whole time)

But the backyard sled hill is no longer sufficient for Noah

It's gotta be the longer, steeper, faster (much faster!) hill in the front yard - 

that ends at the street (no sidewalks).

So now close your eyes

 and imagine this:

Noah flying down at approximately 56mph - 

twisting rolling turning flipping flopping and churning limbs

me, braced to catch him at the bottom and prevent us all from getting run over by a car - 

and getting completely knocked out by my 5-year old speed demon

(not the unconscious definition of knockout - the knock my legs right out from underneath me and we all end up in a heap definition)

Can you picture it?

Good.

Replay that in your mind another 43 times.

Good Times.