The snow is melting!
And it's muddy. Really, really muddy.
But it feels good to be outside.
We've gone on a walk every day this week, around the block once or more.
March madness. Go Michigan! My bracket is in shambles, but I love when underdogs win. The celebration afterwards is so fun. Except MI is not an underdog, and I still want them to win, just to make that clear.
Celebrating the first day of spring with Mr. Freeze. I'm not sure why Patrick looks so concerned.
I had none, I gave up sugary treats for Lent.
And for diet purposes.
And this little one. Oh boy. She'll be nineteen months on Sunday and she is so cute. God made this age cute, because we just have to love them, we have to, if not, we'll go a little side of crazy.
The messes really don't matter anyways, I don't remember the gajillion messes I've cleaned up from toddlers, but I will always crave those darn chubby cheeks, and soft skin and little pitter patters of feet.
(August 2012-Isaac came home after his first week of his freshman year of college to see his new sister Janey.)
I was thinking this week of how quickly time has flown since Janey has been born...how much everyone in the family changes, how things do get easier after that first year. Not tons easier, but just easier. And how at the same time, looking at those photos of those blurry days, make me miss them too.
Life is good.
Muddy, but good. ;)
PS. If you haven't seen it yet, Erin has an interview (she is doing a whole series on Vintage Mothering-such a cool idea!) with Violet, who raised her children in the 1950's. Reminds me of how much I take for granted.