On Saturday, it was finally warm enough (and I do mean "enough") to go outside and play. I've been waiting months for this exact moment.
Josie wore the roller blades that she got for Christmas.
She cruised up and down our driveway, listening to the music provided from speakers that Henry set up in the play-yard.
The whole thing reminded me of Olivia Newton John circa 1980.
Henry got out his lacrosse pole (and shorts, which were silly as it wasn't THAT warm) and threw some lacrosse balls against the kickback wall.
The sun wasn't out and it wasn't particularly pleasant outside, but AT LEAST it wasn't freezing and it wasn't snowing.
I was just so happy to have these two kids out of the house.
I feel like we've all been stuck in the house for months.
Oh. That's right. We HAVE been stuck in the house for months.
We haven't spent nearly enough time making noise and bothering our neighbor from our play yard.
It's high time we remedied that.
Because you never know when the snow will come next!