Sixty-five degrees and sunny? Blanket for the baby, and let's get the hell outside.
The face of a happy baby who is experiencing his first taste of not-frigid weather. How novel.
Charlie was napping, or else I have no doubt he'd have been crammed onto that blanket too.
Mia was actually panting in the obviously excessive heat.
And then Cubby started feeding rubber worms* into the grinding machine (some kind of Play-Doh toy), complete with shrieks from the rubber worms of, "NOOO! DON'T GRIND ME!" Charming.
Cubby was kind enough to share some of the rubber worms with Jack, who was obviously fascinated.
And then Charlie woke up from his nap and grabbed his shades to join us outside. Just try to tell this kid he's not the coolest around. (Yes, they are heart-shaped and jewel-studded. We found them at a park and Charlie LOVES them.)
It gets all kinds of crazy around here when spring comes.
* A. got an enormous box of rubber worms for fishing when he got all that stuff from my brother-in-law's mom. There were probably at least a hundred of them. Now there are rubber worms all over the property, because the children are obsessed with them. The rubber worms go hunting, swimming, and swinging in the hammock. They've been chopped up with Cubby's knife, ground in the grinding machine, buried with the real worms, and God knows what else. Hours of amusement have been had with them, though no actual fishing.