More on Cousin F's Son and Henry

Remember how cute the family pictures were? And how much more Working Man had to work at loving me for making him stand and hold Henry for both of those photo sessions? Well, before it got that bad, we put Cousin F's son up on Henry by himself and Working Man didn't have to work too much harder at loving me. In fact, it looked like he was positively enjoying himself. WM really likes kids and he's really good with them.

It's amazing how he was not afraid, he was positively cheerful


Look at that happy grin!


He had to have his hat, Cousin F had to run back into the house to get it for him


Such a photogenic child


It was a stunning day for Thanksgiving. Very cold, but stunning.


Yeehaw!


I love this kid.

FFR

The Long-Awaited...

Thanksgiving around here consisted of a LOT of different things going on. One of those was Cousin F, her husband S, and her son F all getting on Henry for a family Christmas picture. Poor Henry...this is what happens when you're a big boy and a good boy...even if you have a hard head.

Since we just finished the floor in this room and we just got the computers up (maybe two hours ago...I had to pay bills first before I got to this), I am just now getting the photos up. These were the most time pressing pictures. The rest are totally interesting, if not more routine, but they'll not be going up now. The pictures of us stuffing our faces and me trying to channel Pioneer Woman will come later.

It all started like this...


Cute and fun


Then someone...ahem...MIL J...had a bright idea...


Let's add a big red bow and get everyone on Henry again!


Henry protested...he was hungry...it was HIS Thanksgiving too...

In the end, there were 3 great pictures taken, 2 should've been pictures of Working Man dragged to the hay, and one very cute Christmas card to be.

FFR

And then I lived up to my name...

We woke up the next morning, having slept in and slept comfortably, to a winter wonderland...of sorts.

No, those aren't all cars, some of those are where cars WERE overnight.






I told you that I thought our stop in Boomtown would be the best chance to get a picture of the truck with snow. Remember that? I was incredibly wrong.


And I thought we would be spending all of our time going through the casino or to the car, so I wouldn't need good snow shoes. Plus, we were in Reno, where the snow doesn't stick. So my fine friends, your narrator lived up to her name and wore her flip flops...in the snow.


It wasn't deep, just deep enough.


Working Man had far more sensible shoes. I had sensible shoes...they were just in the truck...and I refused to put them on.


I don't like ice, it makes me fall.


And the snow stuck to the bottom of my flip flops...just so I could slip a little more.


Notice my toes...they have curled in on themselves because they were very cold. I'm starting to rethink my name here.

Better yet, we went to Cabela's in Boomtown and the fudge lady looked at my feet and said, "And you're wearing flip flops!" Why yes, yes I am. Next time I'll consider socks and shoes. Consider mind you.

FFR - Frozen Foot Rider

On a side note, I'm going to be offline for a couple of days while we put wood flooring down in our living room. Please, do not revolt, I will be posting again when I come back.

And then it snowed...

So we went to Reno to renew our vows. Seriously, try and say that three times fast. I couldn't even type it once without many errors...and it has nothing to do with my typing skills.

So here's one of only a few pictures of me. Remember? The face rebellion?


I was able to photoshop the face rebellion in this one. I didn't mess with all of the flaws, if I had, I would have been working on it for hours. I just took care of the big generals in the army on my face. On that note, I love my eyes. Beautiful.


After the renewal.


Aw, we're so cheesy. I love us.


And then it snowed...in Reno! According to the limo driver, not too uncommon, it just doesn't stick around.


So I thought, no big deal. The snow will be gone from here tomorrow, no biggie.

Or so I thought.

FFR - Flipping Frozen Rider

And away we go...

For those of you who do not know, Working Man and I celebrated our first anniversary on Saturday. Our plan was for WM to pick me up from work, head straight to Reno, renew our vows, and eat dinner. Like last year though, it's not that easy. The storm of the century decided to roll through. They renamed it something more catchy, but Working Man couldn't remember what it was, so apparently it wasn't that catchy. At any rate...driving up was just as interesting as last year. Lots of snow, lots of dark, lots of signs saying we needed chains.

We don't need no chains...we've got four wheel drive and snow tires. So worth it.

Pictures!

Notice WM's excitement. I was equally excited but was not ready for my close-up. Rather, my face has not been ready for a close-up for a week. So you won't see many pictures of me.


The start of the trip, the first hint of the storm to come.


And we hit freezing.


I felt like we were driving through a snow tunnel, it was coming right at us. Kind of creepy.


Black hole tunnel.


At the top of the pass, this is as cold as it got that night.


And at the top of the pass, at that crazy 23 degree weather...Working Man had his window cracked. Crazy Working Man. In his defense, we had the defroster all the way up, full heat, to try to keep the snow from becoming ice on the windshield. We were actually pretty successful, even if we were sweating to death.




The funny part is, I thought this would be my best opportunity to take a picture of the truck with snow. After all, after the top of the pass and heading into the valley and Reno, the snow should stop altogether....Right?

More on that tomorrow.

FFR - Frozen Flop Rider...or something like that.