That time of year again...

when you have six single mittens per child and one hat, if you're lucky. When the sun is shining so beautifully a walk around the neighborhood seems like just the thing, until you step out the door and realize it's still just 15 degrees. When everyone is ready for spring to come and help with the chronic short tempers.
We are all getting antsy, and as Ash so succinctly put it "SICK OF NO" (snow). Blake is the exception. He is completely happy playing in the house, because he has never played outside. Watching him has been one of our winter-day diversions, and he is doing a good job of keeping us entertained. He is spitting when he's angry, clapping when he's happy, trying to pull himself up and into boxes of toys and trying to eat paper. Still no crawling, although he is occasionally doing the rocking-on-all-fours thing.
B-ball has been our other distraction. Ash would rather work on the finesses than the fundamentals, as you can see here. He's going to be a globetrotter who can't dribble.