So.much.going.on. I can't even think of anything witty to write. That's a very bad sign.
Snow angels. Maddux promptly jumped right back up and declared, "I want the snow to go away forever!" Apparently he didn't get the memo that snow is cold.
Maddux's buddies. Aren't they adorable? Brad is constantly telling me that Maddux needs more boys as friends. Voila! Boys for friends.
Miss Paizlee running from the boys. Keep on running, girl!
And I would like to point out that this picture was taken 2 days before all of the snow arrived. 65 degrees to 20 degrees. Ridiculous.
My daffodils barely escaped the snow. Too bad the dozens more in the backyard weren't able to avoid death by 5 inches of snow. Tragic.
Happy. Sweet, sweet, whiniest boy alive. But sweet.
Bowling party for Breuklyn's friend. Breuklyn's bowling strategy: Throw the ball up in the air and hope that it bounces to the pins. This is what happens when seventeen almost 6-year-olds are let loose in a bowling alley.
Fabric sea creatures. They have little washers sewn into the inside so that they will be "catchable" with the magnetic fishing poles. Just three more fish and we will be ready to go fishing!
And now I must fold the four gazillion socks that just came out of the dryer. Really, my life is just that exciting. What are you up to?