January, Schmanuary

Ah, January.  My least favorite month of the year.  I shouldn't even complain because it's been suspiciously warm this winter (I say suspiciously because I have a bad feeling we will get dumped on later this winter).  Still, I am grumpy about January.  The warmish weather makes the intermittent cold, wet and windy days feel even worse.  The only good thing about January is that it morphs into February, which is one month closer to spring.

I take it back.  In January we have basketball to look forward to for the boys.  They both play Jr. Jazz basketball and they love it.  Henry is playing on a 5th and 6th grade team this year and they actually play, you know, basketball.  They run plays and rebound and there is an actual point to it.  William plays on a 1st and 2nd grade team.  Sigh.  They have fun.  They pass the ball.  They travel and foul each other.  Alot.  But they shoot and score and enjoy themselves.  Here is a shot of William making a basket:

OK.  I promise it's William.  You can kind of see his white sleeve behind the tall, blond kid with the glasses.  Also, I am a terrible photographer.  I should not be allowed to take pictures of my kids. 

January also brings the NFL playoffs.  We typically don't care about the NFL that much around here.  Back in the day, Jay used to care.  Alot.  He studied the teams and players and even won his Fantasy Football League one year (1998, I think).  But since we have kids now and no longer have unlimited time to fool around with stuff like that he hasn't followed the NFL too much.  This year, however, his "team" - I put it in quotation marks because he only likes them because a former Ute quarterback plays for them - is in the playoffs.  Since the game was on a Saturday afternoon and we only have one TV, I opted to avoid conflict - meaning Tessa throwing a tantrum about sports being on TV - by taking Tessa to see Beauty and the Beast in 3D.  It was very fun and we got popcorn.  And the 49ers won.  Everyone is a winner. 

Even in January.