Rounds of early morning chess with Tete.

Her leaps of excitement that she got to walk N to ballet, but didn’t have to stay herself. (…and is it too cold to be wearing shorts? Yes, yes it is. Can I convince her to wear pants? Hardly ever.)

Washing the dishes for me, completely unprompted. Guys, I think the peak parenting era is (finally) arriving!

Once the time changes, walking to Cub Scout meetings involve headlamps, glow bracelets, and warmer clothes.

My sister hates kid crafting messes and her children inevitably come to my house to make messes here instead. (thanks)

Caught mid-lunch prep.

“Look, put these sweaters over your jammies and just smile and I’ll give you a piece of candy for breakfast.” – me, when trying to put together Christmas cards

The Grand Dame herself.

E took ballet for an entire month before declaring vehemently that she HATED ballet and didn’t want to ever do it again. N still loved her classes, though, and I enjoy being able to walk her there.

First Halloween in many many years that V was home and able to fully participate!