Poop-sicle

I'm fine with the dog using our front walkway as her personal toilet when she can't get into the yard because the snow is well above her head. However, I am NOT okay with snow blowing poop half way across the yard and having it streamline and hit one of my children in the head...though this speaks to the awesome manliness that is my snow blower.

Indeed, I launched freshly laid dog doo way across the yard where I thought the kids were out of reach.  It was though I was out of my body and I saw it as it was happening but couldn't stop it.  I felt like I was stuck in slow motion and all I could think of was..."Oh, S***! (Pun intended!)

I then yelled at Teagan to stop in her tracks and to: "COME HERE NOW!"  I figured she would think that I was scolding her for not being out of the way (which they're usually very cautious about), and there was no way I could tell her what just happened or she would be in hysterics.  Fortunately, the poo got mixed up with the snow and ice from the ice storm, froze almost instantly and simply slid off without leaving any stinky residue of any sort.  Yes I smelled to make sure.  Shocking I know.  I then sent her on her way, was careful not to step in any of the numerous piles that I had just strewn across the lawn and busted out laughing since it was all I could do to contain myself. 

Now, if only to figure out a way to strap a camera onto the snow blower to record some of the hilarity that is my life and win me some money!

It's...it's....it's A...............

James after a week of blechy weather:  "MOM!  LOOK!....up in the sky!  It's a bird, It's a plane.  It's....................(wait for it!)  THE SUN!"