A quiet day

Look at these tiny feet!  F is finally sleeping unswaddled, which I'm so pleased he has figured out.

One more week of sleepless baby and I don't think I would have made it.

This goo recipe turned out to be a lovely way to pass the afternoon.  It's been sitting in the back of our fridge for months, and the tacos get tickled every time I pull it out.

You can cut it with scissors and it still goes back together.  I am at a lost as to how to explain this, which is why we are big on magic in this house.

I know you are asking how much is that doggie in the window.  Yes, she does have a waggely tail.  And yes, most days if you ask M, he will say this dog is for sale.

Putting F in his bouncer in front of the window may be the reason the goo play was so enjoyable.  Happy F = happy mama.

I saw sunshine, which demanded a walk to UPS campus be taken immediately.  N thought he felt a sprinkle start after a block, but I just pretended I didn't hear him, lest our stroll be rained out.

Everyone was head over heels to be out.

We are finding evidence of spring everywhere.  Hooray!