Lion sculpture

Last week it snowed (yes, again).

Luke built a lion sculpture.
He did an awesome job.

He thinks I should admit that I helped, but really all I did was shovel him piles of snow and help with the design of the lions mane.

He is the genius behind this one.

Oh and speaking of snow, Worcester ( the city right next to us) is now considered the nations snowiest city. Yay for us.

Out for a walk

I've been on a blog vacation I guess. I'm still here and have so much to post I don't know where to begin.

So I'll start by posting what is most fresh on my mind.

The saddest story ever.

This story is not for the faint in heart so stop reading now if you are.

Yesterday I was out running and walking (working up to always running) with Jake. It was a beautiful, sunny 40 degree day (you warm weather people can laugh at 40 degrees being warm but it was).  We took an extra long walk 6.5 miles, it was glorious. Until ..the end.

We were passing a house on our way home when a cute white fluffy dog came bouncing up the drive way across the street. He was headed over to see Jake. Often times dogs will do that but they will stop at the top of the drive way. This dog didn't and started into the street.

Which was fine, until a car came around the corner. The dog was in the middle of the road. I remember thinking that the car had enough time from when he turned the corner to when he would reach the dog to see him and slow down but he didn't. He hit the dog and ran right over his back leg.

I was shocked as I sat there and watched. The poor dog was moving around trying to ease the pain on his back leg. I didn't go help him because I had Jake and figured that would only cause more stress for the dog.

The owner of the dog came running over and cried out "NO" as he fell to the ground in tears reaching out for his dog. It was the saddest thing to watch. All of the dogs movement had caused the dog to almost completely lose his back leg, by the time the owner reached the dog (this all happened in about 20 seconds).
The most tender moment of this entire situation happened when the owner reached the dog, who up until this point had not stopped yapping in pain, when he picked the dog up and cradled him in his arms the dog calmed right down and didn't make another sound.

Without saying another word the owner picked his dog up and walked into his house and that's all I know. After I got myself together I walked the rest of the way home. The driver, who never got out of his car, stayed for a few more minutes I'm sure wondering what he should do and then drove away.

It was so sad to watch that. That poor dog. That poor owner and I am now traumatized.

Sunday art by Luke

Storm

The weather man said we'd get 6-8 maybe 10-12 inches of snow.

I think its safe to say he was wrong.

More snow

They're ready and waiting for this supposed big storm we're going to get.
Me personally, I'm ready and waiting for a trip to the beach.

Jazz band

Ben was in the Jazz band 3 out of the 4 years he was in middle school. He was one of the better trumpet players so every year when try outs rolled around he didn't have to practice very much to prepare his pieces. Tryouts for him was more or less protocol.

The high school jazz band is a hole different ball game. Everyone wants to be in the jazz band so its really hard to get in to. Even though Ben new this, when he tried out last year he did the same thing as always, practice his piece a couple of times and said "that's good enough."

He didn't make the jazz band and he got a lecture (he says 30 minutes but I seriously doubt it) from his mother about how he should apply himself and about giving it your best effort.

Yesterday Ben came home from school and says "Hey Mom I made the jazz band."

Surprised I said "What? When did you try out? You never said anything about even trying out?

Ben: "I know, last year when I didn't make it I got a 30 minute lecture. This year I figured it'd be best for both of us if I just didn't say anything until after we knew if I made the band or not."

 I was so happy that he made the band, I tried to give him a hard time but without success.

Good job Ben!

Boston Massacre reenactment

 
Last night was the Boston Massacre Reenactment.
They always do such a good job in these reenactments depicting what happened.

The common folk were stressed and ancy. Tired of the British invading them in their land.

Crispus Attucks (top left) was shot and marked as the first casualty of the War.

The British were frustrated.

Couldn't take it anymore.

The guns fired.

 And not long after......we have a war.

Afterwards we went to visit our statue friends.....that I didn't know were our statue friends.



We showed our friends the holocaust memorial

 

And of course stopped at Mikes. We barely made it out of the store before we started devouring our canolis.  Yum

Winter Wonderland

Monday morning I woke up to a beautiful white background. The sun was just starting to pop through the trees. It was such a peaceful setting. Of course I wanted to go take pictures, but I put my foot down, this picture from my back porch would have to do, I had a busy day ahead.

I dropped the boys off at school came home ready to start the day. Then I realized I'm weak and before I knew it I was in my jamas with my boots on headed for the trees in our back yard.

I could've hung out in this winter wonderland all day.