A New Beginning

It's true: the boy is three years old.

Three years ago I was laying this baby boy in the window seat of another home, another life, and today I have a boy, straight up.

There's no baby left in my boy.

Waaaaaaahhhhhh!

[This one is not what it looks like, but could use a caption nonetheless. Any takers?]

While we're looking at Photoshop fodder, can someone replace that toy screw with a cigar, please?

Judah isn't the only one with the audacity to get bigger, either. All these kids seem bent on growing up, darn it. And that's okay, really it is. Everything is relative.

Irresistible is still irresistible.

And the kiddos continue to grow into their personalities, in both expected and unpredictable ways.

Michigan seems finally to be releasing it's grip on winter weather, and the sun peeks through the clouds, the temperature tops out above the freezing mark. We've been waiting long, long months. The occasion calls for new boots.

We like rainboots. We like patterns. We like color. We like sun.

We like spring.