We are so awful about blogging these days, and we apologize about this to our friends far away. Now that Mike is working full time there does not seem to be enough time to blog most days. At the end of our busy work weeks we are usually ready to just relax and veg out, take a hike, go to the grocery store or park-- do anything but click around on the computer.
But never fear, we will continue to post a little something from time to time about our boys. They are growing so much. Willy is talking now, and James is talking ALL the time. So many questions. Questions that cannot always be answered. Especially by a tired parent.
They are a lot of fun. The winter has been long, as we seek out strategies to get them out when days are cold. We have spent ALOT of time at the local library this winter-- thank you Toddler Time! We have only been able to visit the playground again in the last few weeks. We attempted a hike two weeks ago, and slipped and slid ALL over the trail. We made an effort, but did not get very far. Today we tried it again and were much more sucessful-- the frozen ice and snow on the trail had melted for the most part-- much easier to maneuver. I never realized before that when all the snow finally melts, it leaves behind a muddy, mucky mess. Our yard had become a bit of a swamp in the last few days. The boys LOVE it, so what can you do?
We are eagerly anticipating our first Dutch guests in March-- our dear friends and former neighbors Cor and Marian are planning a trip to visit us, and I think they will also be able to do some sightseeing in both New York City and Boston. We are so excited to have visitors and thrilled to see our dear friends again. You can expect more posts in the next month at least, as we detail our travels and adventures.
Now, without further ado, some James and some Willy
James helping mom shovel the driveway in late January

ahh. co-tubbing-- Aunt Lizzie, recognize the Little Einstein's Rocket?
The Little Professor. Willy loves these glasses. No surprise considering his mom was known to wear Mr Potato Head glasses as an accessory.

The brothers, here working out some dispute-- that only happens about half the time. Option B includes chasing and screaming "mine" by both parties.

Willy outgrew this suit later that day... sad to see this one go. Here he is, not saying any of his new words. You can't force it!