January in retrospect...

Ack.

Someday I'll be done with these giant monthly posts, but today is not that day.

January was freezing.

Let's get that out there, right off the bat.

It will go down as the coldest, snowiest January I've seen since living in Utah.

In addition to the cold, we were basically sick the entire month.

Not exaggerating on this one.

Poor little Jamesy got the worst of it and took his frustration out on the dollhouse.

 The kids and I suffered from a serious bout of stir craziness.

We must have played with every single toy in the house at least forty times.

Our Netflix subscription was worth every single penny.

When we couldn't stand the basement for a second longer, we'd go on donut runs.

We're on a first-name basis with the people at Macey's.

I wish I was kidding.

We went bowling, a lot.

James peed through his diaper so we had to lose the pants about ten minutes into the game.

Yeah, we're those people.

 In Sunday news, James fiiiiiiinally started nursery.

And then a week later, guess which suckers were called to be nursery leaders?

At least we get snacks.

Lola is officially in Primary and adores her new class.

At home, she uses our tripod as a microphone and practices her prayers, talks and songs.

She's definitely the pious one of the family.

We spent a lot of time with good friends throughout the month.

We're basically jumping at any chance we get to hang out with our MBA peeps, and we had more than a few opportunities when we all came back from break.
Between date nights, birthday parties and the MBA Winter Formal (where I pulled the classiest of moves by smuggling in a DDP), we were able to spend a lot of time with these people who we'll miss like crazy once we all move away.

We spent a weekend visiting our Salt Lake City friends -- brunch with the Wheatleys and dinner with the Maudsleys.
The best part: watching our babies play and laugh and continue the second-generation friendships.

We ate waffles and dressed James up like a unicorn at the Wiseman's one Sunday.
Pretty awesome, all of it.

We met up with the Nelson girls at Chuck E Cheese, where Tara and I discovered that as long as the tokens are flowing, one can actually hold an adult conversation while eating disgusting pizza.

It's probably time for a break in this novel.
It's starting to rival the unabridged version of Les Miserables...