It hit 82 last week. Not a joke. I’m exhausted reasoning with the jacket and glove gods. Spring has been uber confusing for the babes. Hence the crazy outdoor hats below…
We are one zebra shy of a zoo these days. Demanding schedules have left me speechless and unmotivated to rattle off what we’re up to. I’m too busy living it.
That and I have this strong urge to organize. I feel like the house is upside-down, it’s not, but the OCD enthusiast in me is going nuts.
When words fail me, time for a montage.
It is possible to have two loves of your life…
Before I show you pics from our first snowstorm of the YEAR (seriously), take a look at the glorious, spectacular “winter” weather we were having last week.
Rhys was able to get out on the bike with us for the first time. Dad was crazy excited to finally have the full family in tow. And in case you can’t tell from the pics below, Rye has his hands full. Sunshine goes a long way…
Turn ons: Bath-time. Seriously its the most amazing thing to him. Bonus, he washes the entire bathroom by the end of it with all that splashing around. This kid is a beast, so no more car-seat adapter in the stroller. He’s been upgraded to normal tiny human status, which Ryder truly appreciates. Rhys adores the playground and swings. Amazing to get out early this time of year to walk and take advantage of nice weather on the weekends.
Rhys’ maiden voyage on Rye’s honeywagon was a huge success. Although Rhys really likes to play it cool. “Ryder, act like you’ve been here before.”
Turn offs:Sitting. He either wants to stand or run. I can’t figure it out. He has almost given up the bottle, strictly because he’s ready for a steak.
I honestly don’t know where the time is going but Rhys is full-on all over the place. He’s almost 24 pounds, off the charts in weight and height (and melon). These second kids mean business. He can hold his own and lets Ryder know it. Once this kid starts walking our entire house is in trouble. For now, trying to keep my baby a baby. It’s going by far to quick.
I honestly didn’t get the Daylight Savings memo, Roo and I accidentally found out about it. Nothing better than walks in the evening with the babes. Hello Spring! Last May you couldn’t see grass, and here we are with almost no snow and looking at a week in the 60s. I’d like to think Mother Nature owed us one. It’s unseasonably warm, which I will also go along with. Chunky thighs were meant to go without pants – talking about Indy of course.
I’m elated Feb is over because that month – quite frankly – blew. Roo’s travel schedule was stupid, topped off with him being out of town when both boys were sick. I told them not to lick each other. I was like a running meme of when Jesse Spano freaks out after taking caffeine pills. I give myself a lot of credit. It’s what you sign up for when you live away from family – seriously other folks take nearby family for granted. We were honestly fine, just exhausted. You beat yourself up a good bit whenever the wee ones aren’t well but everyone is on the mend and we’re all on pink bubble gum medicine. Our pediatrician said it’s the worst cold/flu season she’s see in some time, followed by offering me a RX for wine.
On that note, who needs a spring break? Andrew and I are running in every which direction trying to make sure we meet in the middle. Lots of stuff shaking out with work and other pursuits. We’ve been trying not to binge on “House of Cards.” Ryder and Rhys are still best of buds, and Rhys is quickly learning to hold his own. It really melts your world to see them both play together.
I cannot wait to get out on the trails again! Kisses, spring!