From The Little Leprechauns

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Baby Talk: Work It Out

Kyle: Dude! Reed, Look! Here's Daddy's briefcase. I bet he'd love for us to help him with his work. Let's pull out all these papers and see what needs to be done first. Won't he be happy we are so helpful? I bet he'll be so thankful he'll start taking us to work with him everyday!


Reed: You're right, Bro! That's a great idea. He would love for us to help him! Let me get this pen and we'll get started right away.

• Disclaimer: Jason did not witness the "babies touching his briefcase incident". Those of you who know him can imagine his reaction when he saw these pictures. Not to worry, I assured him I snapped the pictures quickly, moved the babies to a secure location, and nothing was removed from his briefcase during this "incident".

We've Got The Look

I was thinking our transformation into "locals" was getting closer each day. Saturday we headed up to the mountain for some skiing, and bought our season passes for next year. We get to use them the rest of this year since there's only a few weeks left, and of course we thought we looked pretty cool with our passes hanging around our necks. We also did a truly local thing and brought our lunch. The food on the mountain isn't that good, and with a slice of pizza and a Coke costing about $20, you see all the locals brown-bagging it. So as I was skiing around Saturday with my season pass around my neck and my backpack of lunch on my back, I had an Elle Wood's in Legally Blonde moment where I said to myself, "I totally look the part!"
But as Elle wasn't fooling anybody in her first class, I guess Jason and I weren't either. We were standing and talking about which run to take next. Just so happened there was a black run (the hardest kind for you non-skiers) right in front of where we were standing. About that time a guy skied up to us, pointed his ski pole to the right and said, "Um, you guys are going to want to go that way." Really? It's that obvious? We weren't even in motion and he knew we could never do that run. Oh well, at least my ski jacket is cute!

Dog Day Afternoon: By Hunter Ingersoll

Hunter: I know you haven't heard from me lately, and I'm sure you've all been wondering how I've been doing here in Colorado. Actually, things have been going pretty good. The babies have started helping to take really good care of me.

They give me massages.



Reed tries to take naps with me.


Sometimes when Kyle's around I get to take a break and just chill.

But no matter what, there's always plenty of hugs.

More Peas...

I've talked before about how Jason and I sometimes refer to the babies as "Mine" and "Yours". Well, Mine, is becoming more like me every day. Seems a future in the dramatic arts is definitely in the cards for Kyle. Both babies will break out into dance anytime I sing to them ("Wheels on the Bus" always gets them going). But it seems me making the family watch So You Think You Can Dance in the babies' early months has rubbed off on Mine the most. Jason is so good to let me have control of the remote, even if it means he has to watch every reality show out there. So last summer, when the babies were about 5 months old, we'd each take "ours" and help them "dance" along with the So You Think You Can Dance dancers. Even today with the babies being so little, Jason and I can still dance with them whenever the mood strikes. Just last week our moms (and everybody else sitting near us) were thoroughly entertained when we helped the babies break into dance when "Womanizer" came on while we were out to eat.
Of course it's only natural that Mine would have picked up some more intricate and fabulous dance moves under my tutelage in those early days. And this morning, much to my delight, Kyle showed me those early days of training have really paid off. We caught the tail-end of Britney's "Circus" video on the TV and guess who started dancing as soon as he heard it...Humm,I just can't imagine who else would do that too?

Green Giant

Jason tells me I'm being dramatic when I tell people that the culture shock from Houston to Durango is almost as bad as Houston to Beijing. But today I've got the proof. I took JR and the babies to the library for the first time, and as we pulled into the parking lot I noticed some parking spaces close to the entrance. Of course I said the same thing I always say when we see a good parking spot... "As Joel Osteen would say, 'the favor of the Lord is upon us.' "
But ya know, Joel Osteen preaches at a mega-church in Houston. Apparently here in Durango Who you know doesn't matter when it comes to good parking spaces. I knew the Southerners wouldn't believe me, so I took a picture. Here's why I wound up in the back of the lot.

I'm guessing my Expedition doesn't qualify. Do you think I could get away with putting a little sign in my window that says, "At least it's not as big as a Suburban."?

Sofa City, Sweetheart

When JR was little he loved his Sesame Street futon. He'd sit on it and watch TV or look through his books. The babies aren't the least bit interested in watching TV, and they'd much rather rip the cover off a book than look through it. But Reed, like JR, does love the Sesame Street futon. He loves it so much, in fact, that he won't let anybody else near it. Kyle gets tossed from it like a rag doll, and you should see him pushing JR or me off if we dare try and use it as a pillow. He's so protective of it that if he sees anybody else near it, he'll stop what he's doing and "run" (crawl) as fast as he can to protect it. You'll notice that Kyle and JR are nowhere to be seen in these pictures...they learned quick to keep their distance. So I'm giving you fair warning...don't come between Reed and his futon!