Happy New Year

The boys have colds. The Little Boy is snuggled up on my lap while The Boy follows Hubs around with his toy Dyson.

"I'm doing all the hard work for you, Dad," as he traces where Hubs has just vacuumed.

Last night we geve The Boy his traditonal NYE bath, and I took pictures - despite Hubs' objections.

All we've done todayis take a long walk so The Boy could ride his balance bike and I could freeze my butt off. Who knew it could be cold in Southern California in January? Or ever, really.

I would make a list of resolutions for all of us, but right now I'm too tired and too happy to bother.