If you do too much you will pay the price...

And the weekend was busy.
Well, Saturday was busy.
Today?  A blizzard-ish day so we did nothing requiring a car.

In a nutshell?  Via photo...
a 2nd birthday for a sweet neighbour

With slides, and bouncy castles, and pirate ships and more

A very difficult never ending napless afternoon because the 30 minutes in the car on the way home from the party was apparently enough...it was not.  He was not feeling well and needed to nap but chose not to.

Then, off to party number 2, a lovely evening with friends out at a local farm.  Delicious food. lovely fireside setting and Ben's first Christmas present of the season.

And then?  The farmer's parade of lights.  Started at 8pm.  Boy oh boy were we missing the nap by then but dude was captivated (and was with his favourite guy Uncle Matt) so all was well-until we lost a mitten...oh well, thankfully we have a new coat with longer sleeves to go with Owen's lent snow pants.

A few flakes fell from the sky to set the mood and mama enjoyed a hot chocolate under the stars while we waited for the first tractor (prior to the missing mitt).

30 minutes and dozens of farmers later and this is the shot as Santa passed by.

We intentionally paid Santa little attention and though Ben noticed the big guy in red his farm equipment was sooooo gigantic, like 2 1/2 stories tall, that red guy came second.  Ben didn't even cry.

The little man was begging for his bed by the time we hiked back to the car and then slept like an angel (with a croupy cough) all night long.

This morning?  Ummmm, those mood setting flakes had turned into a snow storm.  At the break of dawn, like 7:30 am we were out enjoying the weather in typical small town fashion.   We have perhaps 20 cm on the ground so far?  Yikes...

Another visit to the birthday boy to share left over cake and new toys.
A very hard fought nap, today mama won that war.
Bath, dinner, stories and bedtime...where for 35 minutes he worked to put the socks from his feet onto his hands and then back onto his feet.  Now he is asleep, one sock on his hand, one sock on his blue bear's foot.

Go figure.

Now, just hoping that he continues to be reasonably well tomorrow.  Always a nagging concern for the complaints of a "sore back of tongue" and a low grade fever on and off.  Poor napping, croupy cough, irritable.

Whatever will be will be.