Winter is gone! We sure made the most of it.

This winter was particularly brutal. Fewer "summer days" and the cold really did a number on our home, furniture, overall sanity, but we made it. Some homemade silliness helps cure the winter blues.

Harper Ann refuses to ride her scooter. She is quite serious about scooting on her hiney all around the house.

The helmet fit her quite well. She is her father's child.

It's not global warming, it's climate change. This was the snowiest winter we have had in some time. Let me tell you, the novelty wears off pretty quick.

If it could be climbed, it was. Harper Ann climbs on everything. Back in the fall I walked into her room and she is sitting on the twin bed in her room. "Well, how did you get up there?" I asked. She turned on her belly, shimmied off the bed, ran around to her toy box, climbed onto the toy box and flipped over the end of the bed. Viola. She needs a crash helmet at all times.

In the time that it took me to put one load of laundry in the washing machine, Harper Ann was on the table dancing. I peaked around the laundry room door to see this.

She even managed to hold onto her apple.

She sure looks sweet and innocent.

"Holt, what happened to my kitchen?"
"We just wanted to have a party."
Pillow pets were the guests of honor.

This is one of my favorite pictures of the two of them. It was a really great cold Saturday.

Holt is a phenomenal big brother. Sometimes I wish got had spread the patience out evenly between our kids.

Shortly after Jonathan and I moved to Cleveland we and several other young couples from our church started having a supper club that met once a month. When we started there were a total of 5 children amongst us. Well, let's just say we've expanded. We had a wonderful lunch together over the Holidays with Jeremy and Amanda and their new addition Walker (middle carrier), who have since moved to the Jackson area, but do a fantastic job of coming back to visit. We still miss them though. Also, check out Nathan squishing Thomas' face together, ah, siblings.

Check out chunky Crawford (bottom right). I cannot get over the size of that kid. He is like the Michelin man, but adorable. I dread the day he sheds his baby fat.

And, again, scootin' on her seat on the seat.