We are on day two of being snowed in and the house is becoming increasingly smaller.
I started the day realizing that my plan to let cartoons babysit so I could sleep a little longer wasnt' such a good idea.
I stumbled downstairs and whipped up three bowls of cereal. Just as I was about to enjoy some flax and almonds (left over from my last health kick), I saw Emily take a nice, big bite of it, which she promptly spit back into the bowl.
I am now seeing the reason everyone is calling this snow event: Snowpocalypse 2014.
From used cereal, I went on to utter such phrases as:
"If you don't get down from there, Pluto's going to get it!" (As I held Pluto hostage).
"Drew, get out of Emily's space." (Repeated at least 10 times).
"Is that poop in my carpet?" (Yes. Yes, it was).
"No, you can't go outside and play, but I will feed you." (They accepted the offer).
The day wasn't supposed to go down this way. It's February 13-- the day of their class Valentine's Day party.
But, I should have known that nothing short of a snowpocalypse would occur when I actually had Valentine's ready almost a full week ahead of schedule.
The upside is the Valentine's are safely tucked away in a bag-- ready for the glorious day when preschool reopens.
Since I have nothing but time today, let me take you inside the creation of said Valentine's.
It's really a tale of love (and a little woe).
Here we are, ready to start. We only argued for a couple of minutes over who had the most dinosaurs. Then, perfectly in line with their personalities, Emily hoards hers and Drew lines his up.
Drew enjoyed picking just the right dinosaur for each of his friends.
Emily was equally as intentional as she picked just the right pair of socks for each of her friends.
Check out our "Hope you have a DINOmite Valentines' Day" and "Valentine, I think we are quite the PAIR" Valentine's!
In case any of you out there are thinking that this is just a little too sweet, a little too perfect, a little too Pinterest-ry...
There is a darker side to this tale of Valentine's love-- the woe, the low...
The tug- of- war over socks.
The meltdown over the Spiderman smack down.
The covert bagging operation.
The Olympic diversion.
Whoever said love never means having to say you're sorry has obviously never undertaken a craft project with 3 and a half year old twins.
I don't have any socks or dinosaurs to offer you, dear reader. Obviously, all of the ones I did have were claimed and fiercely guarded. I do, however, have a tip for making those cute printables you see everywhere.
While there are lots of free printables out there, I couldn't find just the right one for the DINOmite Valentine.
I stumbled upon a blog that suggested using PicMonkey. I've raved about PicMonkey before, but I love it even more after discovering how I could turn a jpg like this:
The whole process took less time than breaking up a fight over a stegosaurus.
While everyone else in NC yesterday was stocking up on bread, milk, (and wine) and anticipating the closing of school for the coming snowpocalypse, I was nervously monitoring the situation to make sure we would still be able to make Drew's 8:00 am eye appointment at Duke.
Trying to reschedule would be akin to trying to find a loaf of bread at Wal- Mart right now.
Thankfully, the weather cooperated, and we had a safe, dry ride to Durham.
Today's visit was to check the progress we are making with the patching. As the doctor said at our visit in December, patching is hard and you want to know it's working-- even if that means going in every two months.
For a complete run- down of Drew's eye story, you can go here.
It's been quite a journey, especially since we started patching in October.
We are supposed to patch two hours a day, every day.
Most days we remember.
Most days he cooperates.
Some days he cries.
Some days I worry...
But, today, I was reminded why we keep on keeping on.
Today we learned that Drew's vision in his weaker eye (with his glasses on) has gone from--
20/150 in October
20/70 in December
The patching is working!
I must admit there were times during the exam when I got nervous, like when the technician showed him this image:
...and Drew hesitated.
Then I realized the problem had nothing to do with vision. The only phone this kid has ever used looks like this:
So, even though we clearly have a member of Generation Z, we can say--
Yes, the patching is working, so we patch on.
We are going for 20/20, with glasses, in his weaker eye. Once we're there, we'll wean off the patching and hope we are three out of four who holds steady without further patching.
The glasses, however, won't go away. He's still farsighted with astigmatism. But, according to the doctor, he should still be able to get contacts one day since we have closed the dramatic difference in his two eyes.
All in all, it was good news. And, as now is our tradition, we celebrated-- with a trip to Chick- fil- a and the toy store!
And, we were back home with our bread, milk, wine with our new puzzle before we got another surprise: a really big snow in NC!