This morning when Fraser woke up he looked out the window and said "Oh no Mom! More snow!" Now you know if Fraser is getting sick of the snow (Mr. "I can shovel for hours and not get bored" and Mr. "I don't care if it is 15 degrees I want to go outside RIGHT NOW") is sick of the snow, then we are really getting desperate for spring here. I'll even settle for mud season at this point, that lovely season that comes right between winter and spring and apparently only exists in New England.
In all fairness, the vast majority of the cabin fever in our house these days is mine. Yes, the kids would rather be out running around in the yard then stuck in the house playing mommy's invented games like "block bowling" and "What's under the couch?" but I am so desperate for adult conversation these days there are definitely times when I wonder if I might not be going a little crazy. Still, as you can see by the photo of Hammie trying to walk on air to get to Fraser's cup on the counter, I don't' think my sanity is the only sanity in jeopardy.

In other news, I found myself in one of those "Well, I never thought would have to say that" parental moments the other day when I said "Hammie, let go of Fraser's penis!" Oh yes. Fraser had been sitting on the potty, and Hammie went over to check if there was anything in the potty while I went to get Fraser a new diaper. So, if you can picture it, Fraser is standing there half naked as Hammie turns away from the potty and sees Fraser's penis right at eye level. I come around the corner carrying the new diaper just in time to see Hammie make his grab. Of course they both looked at me like "Why are you freaking out mom?" Boys are such fun.

Speaking of fun. Here is a photo of what happens when Andy is in charge of Hammie. Before you call CPS, the bottle was empty when Hammie got it. For some reason though (one I try not to look too deeply into) Hammie is obsessed with beer bottles. Any time Andy gets a beer out of the fridge Hammie immediately starts screaming and walking around with his arms stretched out motioning to Andy to give him the beer. Andy got sick of the screaming this weekend, so Hammie got to sit in his chair with his beer. Let's not even get into the screaming when Andy took the bottle away after he took this picture.


Finally, here is a particularly cute photo of Fraser and Hammie sharing a snack on the couch on Friday. Hammie woke up with a fever, and a bad attitude, after his nap so I let them watch a movie and eat their apples on the couch. The really cute part was that when Hammie would start to cry, just because he felt so cruddy, Fraser would pat him and say "It's okay Hammie, it's okay." They really can be very sweet at times.