Saturday we were able to enjoy Winterfest, an outdoor event at our local wildlife refuge. It took about 45 minutes to get everyone ready- read: changed diapers, layered clothes, coats, boots, sippy cups, put on my baby sling, in the car, wipe off the sweat). We last about two hours and we able to see a presentation about owls (they have the stomach acid pH of vinegar, who know?!), play in an igloo looking hut thingie, roast a marshmallow, enjoy hot chocolate, roll down a hill, and get some nice outdoor time.
My camera battery died and I was only able to obtain a few shots of the kids warming up in the minivan.
I shed a tear, no doubt.
Momma, why are you taking pictures of me? Don't you have plenty?
There are never enough pictures of a baby in a Tigger snowsuit.
Sans absolutely any makeup, in all my glory. However, I have moisturized like none other. The cold sucks the moisture out of the air like a Hoover.
Be still my heart....
Ernest regularly walks around sticking out his tongue. Bless his little heart he's probably frozen in that position. Notice the snowsuit, two sweatshirts, onesie, two pairs of socks, sweatpants, and boots didn't help any. It's a lot of work living in a Minnesota winter!
Goober in the back with his "rescue plane" because he's going to be a "rescue pilot".
He also claims he's going to marry me because "that would be nice!"
Sweet sweet child.
You have no idea what your father puts up with.
(Note: he is surrounded by bags of clothes to be donated to my MOPS groups upcoming clothing exchange. I really enjoy helping them with their clothing exchange, several mom's have had babies this year in our group and many don't find out the gender- how? I have no idea. Anyway, if they have a boy, I can hook them up in 3t clothes.)