Space Rocket!- JoJo.

Phew.  Now that mama's crisis over ways politicians can disappoint you is over, let's get back to some fun stuff. 

First, on an administrative note, Blogger has been incredibly buggy when it comes to embedding videos.  So there have been a couple we thought we posted, but didn't go up.  We just we caught most of them quickly, but we know there's one that didn't post right away.  It's fixed now, and if you're a fan of videos where I talk, you're going to want to see this.

Go back and see a great video of me talking here.  Scroll down to the bottom of the post, mama has the new video labeled.

 Now that that's taken care of- back to the post.

 For a few days after the inauguration, it got really cold!  Never above 10 degrees cold!  We had to bundle up!  And that meant any exposed skin got instantly chapped.  But I think my red cheeks lend well to my chubby Cabbage Patch Doll look.

Being all bundled up also lends itself to uncontrollable drowsiness in the car.  

We got a little snow and we did attempt to play outside in it once. Supposedly a big storm was coming, so they let the schools out early.  June and I walked with mama to get Henry from school.  I was excited because Henry held my hand and I got to walk all the way home from school and watch all the kids throw snowballs at each other.  June did not care for the cold and cried the whole walk home.  (And in the end, we only got an inch of snow.)

 

What a string bean!  I know, I'm old enough that I probably shouldn't haven't a nuk anymore.  But when you've got three blabber-mouths in the house, it's nice to have a plug for at least one of us.  Plus, I'm technically only allowed to have it at bedtime.   

 While trolling on Pinterest, mama found an interesting recipe for homemade butterfingers.  According to the recipe, the bright orange filling is just a mix of melted peanut butter and candy corn.  Since we had both in the house, mama decided to try it.  It wasn't bad, though the thought of melted candy corm has temporarily cooled mama's taste for butterfingers.  Mama's taken this approach to many recipes lately; if we have the ingredients on hand, she'll try it.  She made whiskey-sriracha candies last week.  Sweet and spicy.  And a little weird.

 Miss Sara surprised us with a cardboard rocket for Christmas.  (Let's hope she never has kids and continues to spoil us!)  We set it up in our room and have held a series of  slumber parties inside.)

It's fun to sleep inside, but it doesn't lend well to our normal wake-up schedule.  Henry is always the first one up in the house.  But he's pretty quiet and can sneak out of the room at 7am without waking June and I up.  We don't wake up until about 8.  But when we're all in the rocket together, we're all up before 7.  

 On the first night, I wasn't allowed to sleep in the rocket.  (I've since claimed some of the 4 square feet inside.)  But I'm used to sleeping in a cramped space.  I've got my bed so full of stuffed animals and books, there's hardly room for me.