Ira ate so much candy on Christmas Day. I feel like every time I looked at him, he was putting something sweet into his mouth. He has the biggest sweet tooth of all my children. I just can't believe he didn't make himself sick.

I joke that these two are personality twins. Greta is her most happy when Ira snuggles with her.

The very best of looks.

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....