This was us Saturday, preparing for our walk during the storm of the century.


Ryan and his uncle Jim- last night before bed…


I set Ryan in the snow, and he immediately leaned over and started “crawling.” (I don’t lie when I say he refuses to sit up). He found this lovely bush right away and decided to sample its flavor… (do you like my shadow looming over him? This was very rushed- no time to compose a photographic work of art:)


TEETHING BISCUITS= nasty. Who invented these anyway? And couldn’t they have come up with some a little less…messy?