Four Inches of Snow

This morning we woke up to four inches of snow. Jared found this particularly annoying, especially since we've been going to extreme efforts to invite sunnier days into our lives. We baked a pink cake. Dear April, how can you say no to a cake and a little girl with a squinty eyed smile? I even made Jared do his pleading eyes look...April, you must have a cold, cold heart. I'm beginning to think I don't want to have anything to do with you.

Alas, we had to escape to the Southern part of our state, causing us to feel a little unnerved and out of place, sort of like moles stranded on a beach.

And blinded by vast amounts of sun.

Eventually we got used to all the sunshine, which caused feelings of happy giddiness in my first born and handsome smoldering looks in my second. Oh, and total and complete confusion in their parents. I don't want to go into details, let's just say one of us fed our allergy baby some milk, while the other one of us totally forgot the epi-pen and the benadryl. Thankfully, everything worked out okay.
I can't think of anything clever for this photo, I just think Gracie looks all bright and smart about dinosaurs. You have a question, she's got the answer.And... well... same thing for this one. My bright and shiny little boy.
Okay...Spring, I will leave you with this photo. I think the expression sums up all of our feelings.