Spring, dammit.

I hereby declare that it is officially spring. Even if I have to take it by force.

No more snow. No  more colds. No more sleet, freezing rain or ice.

No more scraping car windows. No more wrestling children into snow boots.

I will tolerate hats and mittens for a little while, but not for too long, Spring, do you hear me?

We've already made our first few trips to the local playgrounds - lingering snow be damned.

Umm, Mama? There's still snow here.
It's Spring! Go play.

So, off they toddled to explore the familiar landscape with bodies and abilities that are far different than they were last fall.

As always, one right behind the other.

I sit back and watch the Big Boy contemplate trying new things.

Will he climb up this year?

Stretching the limits of his blossoming imagination.

"It's not da dawk cave."
No honey, it's not a dark cave, go ahead.

Some things, though, some things never change.

The Big Boy still loves his digger best of all.

And the Wee One? He "likes" the see-saw, in the way that only a nearly-two-year-old can.
Him: "Git on?"
Me: "You want to get on, Bud?"
Him: "No!"
Me: "Ok."
Him (exasperated): "GIT ON!"

"You like the see-saw, Bud?"
"No!"

I know sunshiny, sixty degree days are coming. They have to be. I just wish they'd hurry it up a bit!