Stormy, stormy

Who knew grocery shopping could be THIS FUN? The blue-hooded avenger cops.

Like all the rest of the eastern seaboard, we got hit with a doozy of a snowstorm this week. Though I sulked a little (what with all my talk about spring and fresh starts etc), Clark and the kids got fully into the swing of things, and braved getting blown over to go out and play.  Realizing I was missing out on the fun, I took the camera, donned whatever outdoor gear was handy, and went out to join them. Somehow, this was the only snow-day blog-worthy picture that we managed to procure:

Yes, that is me in Linden's polar bear hat.

Anyway, we braved the storm, and I have to say that the snow mostly disappeared as soon as it landed. We have spent the rest of week in ominous overcast shadowy days, raging winds, and pelting rain -  but honestly, this is par for the course with spring, and I find it relatively refreshing.  Refreshing enough that there have been a good number of outdoor adventures despite the mucky wetness.

Beebe woods in the rain - somehow even more magical than usual

Checking out some pinecones

Muddy. wet, and totally content

There was also a day that we decided, on a whim, to go to the "blue playground" - a relatively sparse play area, adjacent to a huge football field with bleachers.  The field and bleachers are often more of a draw than the playground itself - seemingly endless fun can be had running up and down and across the bleachers, and we are often visited by flocks of geese who like to make rest stops on the field.  This particular day, we were also rewarded by an unexpected treat... two abandoned baseballs!

Showing off the spoils

These balls were the source a huge fun, until one particularly strong throw beaned me squarely (and incredibly painfully) in the boob (or as my nephew Ethan would have corrected me, circa 2001, my "be-yest", not boob).  At this point no one was allowed to throw balls toward or in the general vicinity of anyone else.  Can you guess who landed this (hopefully) accidental shot?  Yes, it would be this cheeky monkey: 

a little too pleased with himself

And besides that, there is nothing much to report.  Linden has been particularly funny as of late - though the terrible twos come with new-found tantrums and obstreperousness, they also come with a fair bit of hilarity.  For instance, Linden was talking animatedly about the new lambs at Peterson farm the other day:

Linden: There were teeny tiny baby lambs! And BIG big mama lambs!
Tara: You know what Linden?  Only baby sheep are called lambs.  A mama sheep is a ewe"
Linden: (laughing uproariously) Silly, silly mama!  I not a mama sheep! I a LINDEN!

(if you didn't get that one, try saying it out loud)

See you next week!