I arm wrestled February and almost lost.

I totally walked into a trap set by the shortest month of the year and barely made it out alive. Feb seemed so innocent in an "I'm only 28 days long" kind of way. I mean, how terrible can a month about love really be?

Day 1-BAM. RSV. Both boys down for the count. This was followed by ANOTHER double ear infection for Max later in the month, which meant his 27th antibiotic (ie: destroyed stomach)

Day1-28: Literally, we had events at work in the evening 23 out of the 28 days in the month of Feb. "In the evening" meaning midnight or later on a few occasions. Winter formal, parent nights, talent show, prom fashion show, regular season basketball games, hosting of the district basketball tournament, an overnight meeting....Y'all, I was scared. 

Then, in the greatest blessing ever, Mother Nature proved that she is in fact a mom because she knew I needed to actually see my child in his 9th month of life, so she gave us 3 snow days. 

It got real around here.

*His favorite? playing hockey and cracking the egg

There are no words to describe how much fun this amazingly fluffy and perfect snow was-8 inches of white, once-in-a-lifetime-when-you-live-in-the-South-snow.

Yet again, we took advantage of early risers and took care of the all of the perfect beautiful snow before all of those kids that sleep past 5am woke up. You know how you get to ice skate with the knife when you get new butter? (If you don't know this, you are missing out) Well, this snow was just like that and WE OWNED IT!

I was there, Anderson was there, this squatty snowman was there.

We got out the sled, the food coloring spray paint, the volcano, all of it.

Noni & Bop even came over for the fun! Leave it to my mom to have a snowman kit in her car...just in case.

My dad is 75. True story. 

I couldn't stop taking pics.

I was meant to have children if this is what it means.

The snow days were when I was winning the fight with Feb. I mean, I was owning it. 

Then, the snow melted. And, I had to go back to working a million hours. And, using FaceTime to see my family. 

I came home to this waiting for me one night.*

*Valentine's night.

Love day goodies from GG! Aunt Manda & Noni also gave them treats but I was doing good to get any pics, so their fun stuff did not make it. Sorry guys, but they love their stuff.

We did manage to enjoy some festivities around the house. Anderson got quite the haul from school, we made edible cookies and sent pretty fun treats to his class.*

*This was the perfect time for me to have a serious talk with my boys called, "Bobble believes in playing to my strengths. I cannot even remember my Pinterest password, but I can buy activity packs on clearance for .20 at Target & have Batman valentines that I bought the previous year."

**I did not model that belief when I somehow let snow day giddiness take over and I signed up to bring brownies to the class party. I literally cannot bake brownies to save my life, but we did manage to salvage them with a lot of pink icing & sprinkles.

The egg cracking from earlier. Is this weird that he loves this so much?

 I did bring my children to basketball games with me on more than one occasion. I spend so much time in this little room and never realized how messy it looks from the outside.

I feel like this post is deceptive in an egg cracking, snow playing kind of way. I really did work a lot and was sort of zombie-ish on most days, but, like moms everywhere, I survived the challenge. Mostly because my husband, mother and mother-in-law are truly amazing people. I cannot stress enough that there is no way I could have my job and 2 small children without them. THANK YOU for proving that our village is the best one around.