So, these last two weeks have been full of ups and downs... Weather, health, Timothy, my panic level...First, we had a huge snowstorm (for this area at least) right with the beginning of March. 
The area got between 3-9 inches. We were right in the middle with about 5 or 6 inches. Timothy had grown out of his snow clothes already, and I wasn't feeling that well, so we didn't spend a lot of time outside. But the little time we did spend outside was thoroughly enjoyed by our little man. He figured out really quickly how to pelt Mommy with snowballs, although most of them weren't this big. =)
Then, by Friday, it was 70 degrees. Which Timothy really enjoyed. As did I. Timothy went all over, and I sat and enjoyed the fresh air and the sun.We made several trips to the playground, even as the weather cooled back off. We're back to winter coats today, but just 5 days ago, it was in the low 60s. On that day, we went to a playground with lots of fun things to do. There was a playset for the little ones, and one for the big kids. Guess which one my little man wanted to play on..
Yep, that's right... He climbed this thing all by himself. Followed closely of course by an anxious Mommy. He didn't fall, barely even hesitated. But 
I think I'm starting to understand how my mother felt when her 18 month old son climbed a tree in the front yard, and was level with the attic before she could get him to stop. They just have no fear...
In other news, We're all finally recovering from this nasty cold. John's wasn't too lingering, and Timothy is doing okay, but considering my immune system is lowered for pregnancy right now, and I can't take anything over the counter, and I was out of all my Shaklee vitamins, it's been pretty miserable. I have Shaklee now though, and seem about to kick this cough. Yay!Oh, One more thing... My big boy is all about growing up these days. He's flat out refuse his porridge, and this morning, pushed it away, pointed at mine, and said "that". Much to his excitement, I relented, and gave him some wheat puffs in milk. He did really well, and is very proud of himself. Here's a few shots to enjoy:
The decision was taken out of my hands, however, when the scissors became a source of terror anywhere near his head, and I had to resort to clippers and bites of snack to keep him still enough to trim.
The area got between 3-9 inches. We were right in the middle with about 5 or 6 inches. Timothy had grown out of his snow clothes already, and I wasn't feeling that well, so we didn't spend a lot of time outside. But the little time we did spend outside was thoroughly enjoyed by our little man. He figured out really quickly how to pelt Mommy with snowballs, although most of them weren't this big. =)
Then, by Friday, it was 70 degrees. Which Timothy really enjoyed. As did I. Timothy went all over, and I sat and enjoyed the fresh air and the sun.
Yep, that's right... He climbed this thing all by himself. Followed closely of course by an anxious Mommy. He didn't fall, barely even hesitated. But 
I think I'm starting to understand how my mother felt when her 18 month old son climbed a tree in the front yard, and was level with the attic before she could get him to stop. They just have no fear...
