Zumba class

This is a terrible, terrible video from my cell phone but I had to share it. Just watch it without the sound because I was standing right next to the huge speaker while I was taking the video and the volume was apparently waaay too much for my cell phone to take.

Halle and I love going to community Zumba classes twice a week. As you can imagine, Halle keeps up with the rest of the group and does much better at it than I do. She walks right up to the front of the room with the teacher and dances her heart out every time. I really can't believe how well she does.

And by the way, she's the short one in the front if you can't see it very well.

A couple of conversations

Our kids are constantly cracking us up. Here are a couple of conversations we've had recently.

Me: "Halle, how is it possible that you have caught yet another cold?"
Neal: "It's because she's kissing the boys at preschool."
Halle: "I am dead seriously, daddy, that I am NOT kissing the boys!"

Dillon: "How is your salsa, Daddy"
Neal: "It's spicy"
Dillon: "And you still like it????" (with a very confused look on his face)

What I didn't tell Neal was the conversation I had earlier that day at the grocery store where Dillon said that hot Cheetos were just for adults, and I said hot Cheetos were for people who weren't very smart. I tend to forget how literal this kid is and I get myself into trouble sometimes.

February in a Flash

All the stars aligned tonight in the kiddie kingdom and they were mercifully in their beds and asleep before 9:00. Homework got finished, dishes are done, and I find myself with some precious spare minutes. I know, I know. There some other things I should be doing, but posting on my blog took priority.

In a word - it's March. It doesn't feel like March because Idaho doesn't disappoint when it comes to winter weather. So here's what we were up to in February since it literally flashed before my eyes.

Sometimes, Halle has a hard time waiting for Dillon to finish his homework before they can play, so Neal will keep her busy with exercises until he's done. She loves the challenges and keeps begging for more.

I had to have her keep doing jumping jacks so I could get a picture that wasn't blurry. She finally said, "Here Mom" and gave me this pose.

Once Dillon gets finished, he likes to join in the challenge.Here are his awesome and well-rehearsed push ups. Look at that form.

Did I mention the winter weather? We are not even close to being done, despite the deceiving sunshine. This major storm fortunately came on a Friday night, so the kids bundled up and headed out to play.

Dillon wanted to help Neal with the shoveling.
Some neighbor boys came to "help" as well. One was clearly more helpful than the others, but they are all good kids that Neal teaches on Sundays.

This help of course came with a bribe of sorts. They wanted Neal to race his car for them - a guy thing I guess. It certainly wouldn't get me to do the shoveling.Here's our annual "mailbox" picture.

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Halle had a hoe-down day at preschool that she had been looking forward to all week. Nobody plays cowgirl better than Halle does. Stripes - as the horse is called - even got to go with her for the day. The only thing she's really missing is real boots, but the ones she had served their purpose.

And there you have it. February in a nutshell. The only thing missing is Valentines day. We took the kids out to dinner to celebrate, but apparently we are the only ones who celebrate love on Valentines day as a family. They were the only kids in the restaurant.