It's February. I.e.,
sick month at our house. Fun times. There have been sick tummies, coughs + runny noses and even a burst eardrum. (Sorry about that, Miss Lucy!) We've been making it thru, trying not to complain too much...it's just
life, you know? So my clothes are glorified snot rags and I'm dispensing Tylenol at records rates. We're on the mend, fingers crossed...I just haven't been as productive as usual. So here's a little catch-up...

The little goose finally likes her bath! It has taken...well,
9 months, but she's finally enjoying splash time with her bath buddy, Simon. I do appreciate them posing
so modestly for the requisite tubby time photographs. Good work, kids.

In other Goose milestones, Miss Lucy has teeth! See that one lil' toofer in there? There's a mini-version right next to it, and two more
just about ready to burst on through on the top there. See, teeth are
supposed to burst. Eardrums are
not. Sad times!

February = Texas spring time. Well, the weather, anyway. The grass is still dead, as you can see. It's perfect weather for taking your baby sis on a wagon ride with your BFF's...

...It's also great wrasslin' weather, if you don't mind pokey-dead grass.

Which these kiddos obviously do not.

Mason's is a free man! That's right, the training wheels are
no more, woo hoo! He's rather proud of himself and is looooving tooling up and down the streets, bumping down off the curb and popping wheelies left and right. Okay, no wheelies
yet, but that can't be far behind...

While recently sporting his shades and sucking his ring pop, he assured us all: "I'm a dude.".
Indeed.

Oh, and this little guy. The Mr. Mischief tee and helmet really say it all. He's quite the 2 year old. And he seems like such a big boy lately! Sometimes. And sometimes he's still just a tiny bit my baby. I like that.
Hope you are sickness free! Wishing you a great week.