Yes, the warmer weather has arrived and although my allergies and pasty white skin aren't thrilled about the whole thing, we're doing our best to embrace the change in seasons and make the most of it.
We sported our cooler weather attire one last time last week... and apparently ate lollipops to commemorate the occasion:
Hey, Clara, don't look like you're enjoying yourself even the tiniest bit, ok?
Little Sebastian, is that you??
And yes, I did have to stop her from eating the goat's food. Once again, moments like this make me feel really warm and fuzzy about the fact that the twins regularly refuse the food we make and serve them but gleefully embrace eating food prepared for barn animals.
Mid-hug in front of the balloon carrot
Brian and his dad also put together the twins' (early) birthday present this weekend, and I'm really happy with how it turned out:
The twins were also really happy with how it turned out, as evidenced by the multiple tantrums that have ensued when we've insisted that it's time to stop swinging and come inside. Oh, toddlers, how I
loathe admire your passion and persistence.
I caught all 3 of my peeps enjoying the new swing yesterday morning while I was getting ready for the day. Guess Brian didn't get the jammies memo:
We also enjoyed a visit yesterday from one of my high school besties and her husband (who run an organic farm in Maine!). We don't get to see them very often, so it was a nice treat to catch up, and a nice treat for them to experience the warm weather... and 4 active young children as an added bonus ;)
As I mentioned on facebook, I also spent a good portion of the weekend lamenting the fact that my babies are about to turn two and creating collages like these:
Ahh they were so little... and now they are so big. How did this happen? And how do I make it stop? And how many Reese's eggs can I eat to console myself before it's considered a problem?
To answer your question, yes, all of this activity (and emotional reflecting) has been pretty tiring for all of us, which explains why Colby ended up like this at dinner last night*. That, or the fact that he opted not to nap again yesterday afternoon:
*I say "night," but we went to eat at 4 pm, so maybe "late afternoon" would be a more appropriate term.