The weather is warming up and I am not complaining about these chubby little legs I get to admire all day long. Ira has fat little ankles and calves - they still look babyish and gosh I just want to eat them. The boys were initially very confused by shorts and kept trying to pull them down to their ankles. I think we've caught on now.

I'm just going to let this art speak for itself....

Little dude getting it done with a sassy face.

Spring is a little late this year... but I think she's coming. We had one last big dump of snow and took advantage of it. The snow was perfect for a showgirl. Ira and Enoch love kicking and breaking up clumps of snow, so I rolled them their own snowballs to break which also happened to be very fun to slide off of. It's been a loooong winter and I'm grateful for these happy moments.

My baby boy is two years old! The past two years have gone by so fast (and also so slow some days), and it's hard to believe we're already here. He's a big boy with no more baby hair. He has his own personality and it's an intense one. He's a momma's boy and lights up my life. He is so loved.

We celebrated Ira with friends and cake. He looooved blowing out his candles and did so a couple times before we could even start singing to him. So then I let him blow out his candles many times. Give the people what they want, am I right?

And can we just take a minute to appreciate newborn Ira??