Bliss is...

dirty feet and no snow in my back yard.



Seriously. I couldn't have ordered a more beautiful day. We pulled my swing down from the ceiling, set up the tramp, and turned on the bubble maker Eddie got for his b-day yesterday.

I changed my mind. I'm not selling the house anymore. We'll just have to add on.



Yes, he's still in his jammas at 2pm. Yes, his nose/cheeks/eyebrows are caked with dirt/snot/bananas. But we're busy outside and all the wipes/tissues are in the house. I'm not going in until I have to.