Jack's happy place is on a swing. He could swing for hours.
While we generally don't push him for hours, we do push him until his fat cheeks feel like squishy ice cubes. I love fat baby cheeks in cold weather.
Today, we hung out at the park despite near-freezing temps. We even had a pumpkin muffin picnic on a rock (not pictured: ben's and my steaming hot beverages that we used to keep the freak warm). Harry loves to bring a trick-or-treat pumpkin full of sidewalk chalk to the park to draw cut little preschooler graffiti all over rocks and jungle gyms. I should have taken a picture of the way he writes his name-- the letters are sort of in proximity to each other, but the order is totally random.
Harry perfected the art of climbing a jungle gym in winter gear at preschool last year (kids are hearty in this state-- they go outside at school twice a day as long as it isn't 20 below. Um. I stop taking the kids outside when it's 20 above.)
We had another lovely, quiet day. In keeping with the theme of finding happiness in ordinary moments, we have also tried to simplify our lives, spending fewer material resources and more time with each other. So far, everyday has been a blessing, as cheesy as that can possibly sound.