Waiting for Winter

The temperatures here stayed in the balmy forties until yesterday, when we were greeted by a 15-degree morning. Tor got some new fleece gloves (well, new to him) after outgrowing his nifty Nordic knit pair--and these velcro on! 

Houdini Jr. soon figured out how to take them off
with his teeth, though, so I'll probably just
sew all his sleeves shut.

On Sunday morning, Tor made the pancake-preparation process even more enjoyable than usual with his turtle tossing and Moby dancing.

 

Obviously what we're in for

Evenings usually consist of picking up Tor at 5:00, getting home at 5:20 and nursing, then playing until dinner at 6:30, then playing until bedtime at 8:00. Thank heavens someone invented the slow cooker. We're working our tails off, but it's full steam ahead for spring defenses, so keep your fingers crossed that you'll address next Christmas's cards to "Drs. Hansen & Hansen."

Barber, baby, bubbles, and a bumblebee: only one of these appears here

"You worry too much, Mother. I won't be nearly this rakish once I hit puberty."