Saturday’s, Snowforts and other Misc.

Saturdays:
We set no alarm for Saturday morning.

We still got up at the same time, but there is something blissful about not having to wake up to that noise.

I rolled over and asked “the Pretty One” what the day had in store (expecting the usual…”I have a get together tonight and you are watching the Kids” or…”We really have to go get groceries” or… I want to completely clean the house top-to-bottom”)

Her response was the also blissful: “Nothing”.

We spent the morning doing some light housework, then bundled “Thing 1” and “Thing 2” up for an afternoon in the snow.

Snow Forts
For the family out of state, we have had nearly 12 inches of snow this past week, but the temp yesterday was near 40. For my brothers on this Blog, you know that is PERFECT snow fort weather.

So “Things 1&2” and I spent the afternoon making a snow fort. “The Pretty One” joined us after “Thing 3” went down for her nap.

Usually, our forts come from making large piles of snow and digging them out. We did this snow fort a little differently. We took large clumps of snow and built them around the slide portion of the wooden swing set in our back yard. There is a platform about 4 feet off the ground, with a nice wooden area underneith it.

We used the clumps of sticky snow as bricks and built walls around the slide and the platform. We dug a small hole near the base of the slide as the entry (To enter, you crawl through the small hole, through the tunnel under the slide, and come out in the larger room that is made up of the area under the platform.. but don’t tell the girls I told you so… it is supposed to be a secret…)

Misc
We also came across some old walky-talkies I had around the house. I put some fresh batteries in them and had fun talking to “Thing 1” around the yard. The funny thing, however, was that when I first turned them on, I could hear talking. I hadn’t put the battery in the other radio yet, so I knew that it wasn’t locked on.

It turns out that the walky-talkies are on the same frequency as the baby monitor in “Thing 3″s room.

Knowing that most monitors approximate the same frequency range, I thought it would be fun to walk up and down the blocks of our town, with the radio, making baby crying noises or saying things like “Hey Spike… there’s a Baby in here!”

But “The Pretty One” stopped me from reliving my childlike ways.