The end of winter-- I hope

Spring in Colorado is such a tease. We get sunny days in the 70s, followed by a foot of snow the next day.  Here's hoping this week's snow was the last!

Skiing around the yard

Logan was a big fan of the going downhill on Daddy's back

Logan cruising with his friend Arbor

The elk herd has been in our neighborhood for a few weeks now.

Visiting Kara

We spent a weekend in LA with my best buddy from high school, Kara.  It was fun to have a girls +Logan weekend, and Logan had a ball playing with her.  They played super heroes, flipped pretend pancakes in the yard, put robbers in jail, fought pirates with wrapping paper rolls, and did lots of running and chasing.  We took him to the Santa Monica pier, and he got the biggest kick out of the pigeons. He would run headlong into a group of pigeons shouting "Come back here birdie, come back here" as they flew away, giggling gleefully as they scattered before him.  Then he'd stop, scout out the next flock of pigeons, and start his chase again.  He thought it was the funniest thing, and it was one of those moments where you stop and really appreciate the joy a two year old can bring.  Of course there are also all the 50 other moments when he's refusing to walk, refusing to get in the backpack, refusing to share, refusing to get dressed, refusing to eat, etc etc etc.  But the "come back birdie" moments are the ones I remember at the end of the day. 

Come back here birdies, come back here!

 

Hot chocolate on the pier

Baby girl

Baby's first picture, at 28 weeks.  I think she looks just like Logan.

2 1/4



How Logan sleeps.  4 blankies, 7 stuffed animals, 20 books, trains, electric guitar, bulldozer, drill, hammer, legos, vegetable cutting board set, and cup of water are all must-haves.


At 2 years 3 months, Logan, more than ever, is Mark.  He's demanding and stubborn and in charge, pouts when things don't go his way, and is shy around strangers. He's also smart and funny and sweet and loving.  He has an utter joy of life and need for constant action that is both wonderful and exhausting.

Logan loves pretending.  He likes to tool around the yard fighting pirates off with sticks, hiding from tigers, and throwing "bad marshmallow" pinecones.  He's often in character as a tiger or puppy or Sporticus, a superhero from his new favorite show is Lazy Town.  He gets a superhero running start everywhere he goes by winding up his arms like he's about to throw a ball, lifing his leg, and then taking off.  He loves racing down the little hill behind our house on foot or bike, searching the woods for elk poop, and fixing stuff around the house with his tools.  Its funny to me how different he is from the little girls we know, and how innate those differences are.