Ezra never received a pregnancy or a birth announcement, so here's an announcement to his perfect preciousness.  He's as homogenized, white & male as all the rest of them, but to me he's the most beautiful baby in the world.   Here's Ezra singing with my dad.

Henry wished the party was for him.

A photo of a photo blanket.

Speaking of Legos.  This week's assignment was to fill a baggy with 30 pieces you'd like to build with ...  then ... pass it to the fella on your left.  Our buddy Josiah's spaceship won the mini Kit-Kat bar.  

"Did you know 'Lego' is short for 'LEg GOdt,' or 'Play Well' in Danish?  It also means 'I put together' in Latin," Haven said as he tripped over the baby gate.

I made him show me the book where he read that.   And sure enough ...

Winter Games

So these won't be forgotten:  

1.  Suitcase:  Put your brother in a suitcase, zip it shut.  Wheel it around while the other brothers kick it.

2.  Chicken Poop:  Push all the covers on your mother's bed on the floor, jump on them and yell "chicken poop!"

3.  Evie:  Take apart the humidifier.  Carry around the blue lid.  Call "her" Evie and pet her.  Dress up like a ninja and a cowboy.  Draw maps, carry swords.  The mission is noble.  Save Evie.

Yes, this winter is growing long.  So long that I've resurrected my blog.  My apologies ahead of time.