Four Months

It’s been four months today since my mom died.

There’s so much to freak out about it’s impossible to write it all down.

One strange fact I can’t let go of:  Salem was about 4 1/2 months old when she lost her Nana, whom I know loved her the most.  Salem is now almost 9 months old.  I have taken comfort in the fact that Nana knew Salem for more than half of her tiny, short, just-beginning life. She loved her for 4 1/2 months.

Two weeks after my mom died, I could still stay that she knew Salem for most of her wild baby life.  Two months after my mom died, I could still say that she knew Salem for more than half of her bold little life. But very soon, the math will turn around.  4 1/2 + 4 1/2 = 9.  After Salem is 9 months old, my mom will have known her for less than half of her sweet, perfect life.  As time goes on, the overlap between Salem’s life and my mom’s will become very, very tiny. A dot on the timeline of both of their lives.

My mom spent a little over two weeks, total, with Salem.

She held her when she was 8 days old:

December 3, 2016
December 4, 2016

She held her for a week at Christmas:

December 21, 2016

And she held her in March when we visited Cleveland over Spring Break:

March 25, 2017
March 27, 2017

I have maybe a hundred, or more, photos of my mom with Tyler.  But this is all I have of my mom with Salem.  Five photos.  Five photos of my mom and my bitty baby who is her mini-me.


It’s the lips, and her smile.  We see her Nana in her every day.  Even Tyler calls it out when he sees her “Bonnieface.”  I can’t believe my mom isn’t here to see her grow up.  Tyler, either, but even at 2 1/2 she could have a conversation with him, play with him, read books with him. They say he won’t remember, but he might surprise us all.  Salem doesn’t have a chance.

She has five photos.

One Year Ago

March 7th, 2016 was an emotional day for us.  It was a Monday.  Tyler was exactly 19 months old.  And it was the fourth (and final) attempt for us to conceive through IUI.  We arrived at Conceptions with dread outweighing the excitement.  We’d been down this road three times already in the past four months, each time the anticipation waning and the fear growing.  What if it didn’t work?  Thankfully, we never had to answer that question.  Two weeks later we learned we were pregnant.

With Tyler, Eric diligently took a photo of me every day and made an amazing video to document that special time in our lives.  You can see that here.  It still makes me cry.

With Salem….second child.  I’m sorry, sweetie.  We just weren’t that committed to the daily, or even weekly, photo.  But here are a few shots of me in some really cute maternity dresses growing a really cute baby.

24 weeks. First day of school!
28 weeks.
30 weeks. Hiking near Maroon Bells outside of Aspen.
31 weeks. That’s my classroom.
34 weeks. Post-season baseball nearly sent me into labor. GO TRIBE!
35 weeks. The leaves have fallen but I’m still wearing flip-flops.
38.5 weeks. The first snow of the year, so we had to go outside at school and see it.

Salem arrived eight days after the snowy photo, three days before her due date.  She’s now just over three months old.  When people say so much can change in a year, it’s amazingly true.  One year ago we didn’t know if we’d ever have another baby, and now we have Salem, who’s not even a newborn anymore.

Loving life!

And Tyler…he’s now been around for THREE March 7ths.

7 months old, at a brewery.
19 months old, at a brewery.  We made Salem the very next day.

OK OK both of those are from March 6th, which was a weekend both years. Besides, once he hit 100 breweries by age 2, he kind of got over it.

31 months old, heading to church.

He has an adorable dinosaur button-down on but insisted on wearing his “baseball jacket” which he will make you snap up to the neck.

I know most people don’t recognize the day their babies were made, but for us, those days were really significant.  Tyler was made on Eric’s 33rd birthday! So March 7th, here’s to you, an otherwise uneventful day.  Thank you!



On the Eve of the End of Leave

Salem will be eleven weeks old on Friday, and I’m headed back to work on Wednesday. I’m so, so glad I was able to spend more time with her–I went back when Tyler was only seven weeks old.

I knew maternity leave would feel like a blur with the holidays and visits from family and friends, but WOW, did it go by quickly.  I had been worried about being cooped up in the house with a newborn because I had loved being able to walk and walk and walk with Tyler in the stroller in August and September (the best month of the year in Colorado!) Although we had some incredibly nice days, there were many wintry days this January.  (I don’t remember December.  Between Christmas and all of Salem’s crying, I just don’t remember much about December.)

The first couple of cold, windy days in January I started to go crazy with Salem stuck at home.  She cried a lot for awhile there, and daytime TV is terrible.  But after a sunny patch and after Salem got just a bit older, I began to look forward to the next blustery day.  I loved spending time with this baby girl, just holding her and looking at her and really, really wondering who she would look like as she grows up.

All of a sudden she was smiling.  And cooing.  And grabbing at her toys on the playmat. She didn’t need to be bounced for hours anymore.  She could sit in the Bumbo and watch her brother run and play.  What happened to my wrinkly, fragile newborn?  The one who wanted to eat every twenty minutes?  The one who fit into newborn clothes until she was nine weeks old?

She went to daycare today for the first time, for practice.  She did great.  My strong, sweet little champ who took a bottle when she was four days old and will let anyone feed it to her. She even came home in the same outfit I sent her in.  Tidy, like her brother.

I keep telling myself I’m going back midweek for a reason–a short week, followed by two more short weeks (President’s Day).  Then it’s March, and Spring Break will be here before we know it.  I wish I had more time at home but summer is just around the corner (which is basically the whole point of being a teacher.)  We will settle into a new routine tomorrow, a new, temporary way of life.  Wrangling two kids is already significantly less challenging than it was a month ago.

Salem is a peach.  We love her so, so much.  Here is a look back, in lots of photos (and a few videos), at her first eleven weeks of life.  I hardly recognize this little peanut…

4 days
8 days
17 days
19 days
21 days
23 days
24 days
26 days
28 days
29 days
1 month
1 month
One of my favorites

5 weeks
Another favorite

6 weeks

A favorite
7 weeks


8 weeks

2 month checkup

9 weeks

First dress!

10 weeks

Salem, Day Nine

We had a photographer come to our house the weekend after Salem was born for some newborn and family photos.  Eric spent the night before teaching Tyler the difference between his “cheese face” and “smile.”  Tyler (mostly) figured it out.  Salem was very awake for a 9-day-old baby.  We love them (the photos, and our kids)!


Salem peed on me. Again.


Waiting for Baboo #2

Baboo #2 was due November 28th.  I was blissfully confident I would make it to my due date–after all, Tyler was three days late.  Salem arrived three days early, which was more than excellent after a somewhat interesting third trimester.

Back in September, my fundal measurement–the superscientific measurement of your pregnant belly from pubic bone to top of the uterus using a tape measure–was small. Normally, your centimeters match your weeks pregnant.  But all of a sudden I was measuring almost four centimeters smaller than I should have.  I wasn’t alarmed–after all, the way they do it seems kind of ridiculous, I felt fine, and our 20 week ultrasound showed baby growing on track.  But the OB wanted another ultrasound, so we happily obliged.  We learned that our baby was pretty small, particularly the baby’s head–it was in the 3rd percentile.  The OB sent us to see a specialist for a more in-depth ultrasound.  She wanted to confirm the baby was growing and it wasn’t a case of IUGR, intrauterine growth restriction. Or Zika.  What was happening?!  We stayed positive and tried not to think too much about it.  There was nothing we could do about it.  But the OB told us if they did suspect IUGR the baby would be delivered at 34 weeks.  Which was a week after we received this news.  It was a tad unsettling to say the least.

Fortunately, the next ultrasound both confirmed our baby had a tiny head and also that there was no growth concern, and it was overwhelmingly likely that we would just have a proportionally smallish baby with a dainty noggin.  Tyler’s head has always measured below the 10th percentile, and I can fit a child’s XS ski helmet on my cranium, so it follows that our baby had a genetically small head.  Because of my “advanced maternal age” (I don’t remember getting old, BTW) I would receive weekly ultrasounds for the remainder of my pregnancy.  Baby’s head continued to be small–at the very end, we were down in the 1st percentile.  But still, we were told not to worry, so we didn’t.

We enjoyed a wedding weekend in Cincinnati.

We stayed with dear old college friends Jen & Mark, and their son Ryan.
It was so fun to see these two shaggy blondes play together!
Playing in the fountains at Washington Park.
It was SO HOT and SO HUMID, especially for September. Thanks, Ohio, for always showing Eric your finest weather qualities.
We had beers at MadTree and the boys played cornhole.  We visited more breweries and hiked in the park.  We played wiffleball and Eric hit Jen in the neck with a ball.
The Moses came out to play, too!
My tiny taster as I was still pregnant.
Graeter’s ice cream, of course. We also had Skyline!
OU girls: Jen, Mandy, Rebecca, and me.  At this time, six kids between us all but only two made the photo.
And Nick & Lauren’s wedding reception at the National Underground Railroad Freedom Museum was gorgeous.
Last flight as a family of three.

We enjoyed a beautiful weekend in Aspen.

The Maroon Bells and bright yellow aspens. SUCH a perfect fall day!
Family hike. The previous day it had been snowing so we really lucked out.
Lilly is still going strong.
Throwing rocks in bodies of water is always a winner for Tyler.

We had our 9th(?) Annual Fall Fest with our friends in Winter Park.

We stayed in a wonderful house with the Floods, Taylors, and Smiths.  Tyler approved.
The three pregnant hikers!
Once again we lucked out on weather (late October in Fraser could mean snow) and went for an easy hike. There was a small stream that we crossed by tossing the kids over.  Literally, in the air. Nobody got wet.

Tyler showing Burke the way at the park.  There was a also a skatepark where Tyler was obsessed with watching kids skateboard.
Girls talking, probably about babies.  A really nice, relaxing weekend with excellent food overall.  Even though the hot tub was broken!

We hosted a kid-friendly Holleween Party in lieu of our traditional Happy Holledays ugly sweater party.  I came across an adorable dragon costume for Tyler, so naturally Eric and I went as Khal Drogo and Daenerys Targaryen.  Because I’m the Mother of Dragons, obviously.

My sun-and-stars.

During the World Series, my blood pressure went up.  A couple of nights I thought I might deliver right there on our couch.  But that passed and I was still pregnant and we were still banking on November 28th, the Monday after Thanksgiving.  I had the week of Thanksgiving off from school, and I really wanted to enjoy it with Tyler and getting ready for the holidays.  And for the most part, I did.  Salem’s birth story, coming soon!

Holles Takeover Steamboat

Remember a long time ago I posted a picture of Tyler’s passport photo?  That was because we were supposed to go to Canada on a Holle Family Trip.  Here it is again because it’s THAT good.  We went ahead and ordered a passport, because you never know.

Tyler, 16 1/2 mos.

As it turns out, we changed the trip to Steamboat Springs.  We had two condos booked in early June, and we were prepared for it to snow…you never know, in the mountains.  But with classic “Holle Timing,” we had a PERFECT week in Steamboat.  It was 80 and sunny every day and we had a blast.  It ended up being Grandma & Grandpa, Eric, Tyler (22 mos), and me, and Andy, Laura, Ethan (6) and Emma (26 mos).

Laura and I started the week off right with the Steamboat 10k.  I was 16 weeks pregnant and it was Laura’s first 10k.  We were overcome with the scenery of the race and managed to run the whole thing…GO LAURA!

Just beautiful!
We loved the race so much we went out and ran parts of the route again later in the week.
Tyler stealing my orange slices.

We enjoyed the area with hikes, walks, visiting breweries, checking out the local Botanic Gardens, playing mini-golf at our condo, burning ourselves at Strawberry Park Hot Springs, and of course, eating.

Fish Creek Falls
Fish Creek Falls.
Grandma and Tyler at Storm Peak Brewing.
Grandma and Tyler at Storm Peak Brewing.
Cousins at Butcherknife Brewing.
Cousins at Butcherknife Brewing.
Baseball in the park.
Baseball in the park with Grandpa.
Eric and Andy went fly fishing.
Eric and Andy went fly fishing.
Quality time with Grandpa on the porch swing.
Quality time with Grandpa on the porch swing.
Emma and Tyler could swing all day long.
Emma and Tyler could swing all day long.
Every day Emma & Tyler would snuggle in Grandma and Grandpa's bed.
Every day Emma & Tyler would snuggle in Grandma and Grandpa’s bed.
Cousin bath time!
Cousin bath time!

At the base of the ski area, there’s a manmade creek/beach that the kids just adored.  We played there for hours.

Summertime and the livin’ is easy.
Playing with Grandma.
Playing with Grandma.
Sassy Emma.
Sassy Emma. the hole!
Golf…in the hole!
Night-night stories with Grandma.
Night-night stories with Grandma.

One day we ventured all the way out to Dinosaur National Monument.  It was a loooooong drive, but we got to see amazing fossils and check out Vernal Brewing Company.

Family Fossil shot.
Family Fossil shot.
Future paleontologists?
Future paleontologists?
Eric, watch out!
Daddy, watch out!
Three grandkids=never a good photo.
Three grandkids=never a good photo.

Ethan’s birthday is in June and we got him a Stomp Rocket.  This is probably the best toy ever for a six-year-old who likes to shoot things and for whom you may want to use as target practice yourself.  Although it’s fun to watch the foam rockets shoot as high up into the sky as possible, it’s also amusing to angle the device so that the rockets shoot out–at trees, or the grill, or children.  Ethan is quite fast and managed to escape most attempts of adults trying to get him.  But he did get hit once or twice…it’s a pretty hilarious game for your whole family.

Ethan rocket-dodging.

Near the end of our trip I convinced the non-seafaring Holles to rent a pontoon on Stagecoach Reservoir.  It was a gorgeous day and we cooked out on the grill on the boat. The kids loved playing captain and I loved working on my tan!

Bye-bye, wa-wa!
Bye-bye, wa-wa!

We also had to wait until Friday for the gondola to open so we could ride to the top of the mountain and check it out.

Snow at the top!
Snow at the top!
Going back down.
Going back down.

We missed Paul & Colleen on this trip, but we are sure there will be more.  Thanks for the condos, Grandma and Grandpa, and thanks everyone for the memories!

It’s Really Happening

No, this is not about the baby that’s coming in five weeks from yesterday.  Although that’s a pretty big deal, too.  This is about two families who love baseball, who raised children who love baseball, who created a toddler whose favorite thing in his tiny little life is a “baseball party.”

Growing up in Cleveland with my sports-nut father was a blast.  I had a rabbit’s foot I took to Cleveland Municipal to cheer on the Indians (why did I like Cory Snyder?), and later, we had rituals about getting to our seats in section 554 at Jacobs Field.  I remember when the Cavs were royal blue & orange and Brad Daugherty was awesome.  And I thought it was normal that your dad moved an easy chair into the middle of the living room to yell at the Browns waving a Growl Towel while your mom tied dog bones into your pigtails.  I give my mom due credit for allowing and supporting all of this to happen–she’s a fan if not a native, but she might also be at TJ Maxx during a playoff game.

When I moved away twelve (!) years ago, it never occurred to me to root for any other teams.  The Nuggets are pretty bad, for obvious reasons the Broncos are off-limits, and the Rockies are National League, so what harm is it to cheer for them at a game or two? Which brings me to my next point.

I am NOT wearing Cubs. Just a maternity baseball shirt, because, obviously, every girl needs one of those.
I am NOT wearing Cubs. We are at a Rockies game. Just a maternity baseball shirt, because, obviously, every girl needs one of those.

I married a Cubs fan.  A real one.  Eric’s parents both grew up in rural Indiana and Illinois rooting for the Cubs.  Eric’s sister married a bona fide Cubs fan.  I wasn’t sure I’d be allowed in the family (well that and I’m not Lutheran) without pledging allegiance to the Cubs, but because my ties are with the American League, apparently it was OK.

I’ve been to games at Wrigley Field twice with Eric.  He’s been to Progressive Field.  We go to spring training games in Arizona with his parents.  And we’ve seen many Rockies games, including the Cubs in Colorado.  Eric bought tickets when the Cubs were in town in 2014 for the day after Tyler was due.

August 5, 2014
August 5, 2014

He was right–the baby was late and I spent my last night pregnant downtown, watching the Cubs.  Tyler has been to a game in Cleveland, and two in Denver plus a rain delay where we never even got to see a Cubbie throw a pitch. Tyler loves it.  He yells “home run,” “out,” “safe,” and sometimes just “baseball party!”

Tyler's 2nd Baseball Party
Tyler’s 2nd Baseball Party

We joked it would never matter until the Indians played the Cubs in the World Series.  It was 2010 when we got married and that scenario seemed really, really unlikely.  Hell-freezing-over-pigs-flying unlikely.

And yet–here we are.  It has been a wild ride.  Eric never roots against the Indians, and I openly cheer for the Cubs.  Until now.  Other than navigating bath time and bedtime for Tyler, we haven’t even looked at each other tonight since the first bite of chicken caesar salad, exactly 14 minutes before gametime.  Is it weird that two grown adults who love each other are mostly standing in front of the same TV avoiding eye contact?  We promised to cheer for our own team but avoid being nasty to the opposing team.  So far, it’s working.

I’m praying for speedy games because I don’t think my blood pressure is good for the baby. And what if Baboo #2 wants to make an appearance during a World Series game?  I honestly don’t know.  Although it’s been suggested, we are NOT naming our baby JB Holle for Javier Baez.  But Lindor Holle?  That has a nice ring to it…


Because we are crazy, we started Tyler on skis this winter at the age of 1.  Or 19 1/2 months, to be exact.  We wouldn’t have done it if he hated the cold, or wouldn’t wear the clothes, or didn’t seem interested.  But he LOVES it.  Loves the snow, loves his snowsuit, goggles, helmet, mittens.  The whole shebang.  We bought a rad helmet at a big sale at REI–it has a blue mohawk!  And he loves being outside.

Before Tyler skied on his own, he took a ride in the pack at age 18 months on Daddy’s back at Snowmass. We skied there with the Taylors on my birthday in February, and they had skied with Burke in the pack before, so we were on board.  Of course, Tyler liked it.  He was so funny to watch just looking around with the wind in his face while Daddy cruised!

To be fair, he’s not really skiing, not by himself, at all.  His first official day was on Easter, at Vail. He willingly stands between Daddy or Mommy’s legs, and we’re working on him standing upright without being a wet noodle. But he loves going fast, riding the magic carpet, and even the lifts!  In my ski school experience most kids hate wearing ski boots. Tyler even loved those despite his feet being so tiny he fell out of his boots a couple of times, which prompted him to hold out his tiny socked foot over the snow and say “shoe.”

At Vail, there’s not a beginner area at the base in Lionshead–it’s at the top of the gondola. Easter Sunday was GORGEOUS and we could not have asked for a better day for Tyler to hit the slopes!

Our day at Vail:

Hurry up, guys! I wanna go skiing!
Hurry up, guys! I wanna go skiing!
Our old friend Tyler spun Tyler his first skis!
Our old friend Tyler spun Tyler his first skis!
Family gondola ride.
Family gondola ride.
One happy kiddo.
One happy kiddo.
One last drink of water before it's time to mount up.
One last drink of water before it’s time to mount up.
Magic Carpet Ride...
Magic Carpet Ride…

Every time we got to the bottom of the run, Tyler said and signed “more!”  No tears, no “all done.”

Perfect ski day!
Perfect ski day!

We figured we could get an even longer run in if we took the chairlift instead of the magic carpet.  Yes, Mom, we held onto him really, really, really tightly.

Braving Chair 15.
Braving Chair 15.
Bye-bye ski!
Bye-bye ski!
What goes up must come down.
What goes up must come down.
Apres like a champ.
Checking out the apres scene at Garfs.

The next time Tyler skied was at Breckenridge in April.  Again, we scored another beautiful, warm, perfect, bluebird day.  This time instead of the relatively tiny beginner area, we headed up a main lift.  Employees didn’t bat an eye, but we sure had a number of guests stop to ask us what the heck we were doing with our baby up there.  I think their exact words were “How old is he?!”

Those tiny skis!
Those tiny skis!
On the 6-pack lift.
On the 6-pack lift.

Again, Tyler loved every minute, asking for “more” and never wanting to stop.  He is still as a statue on the lift, and continues to be a wet noodle when “skiing.”

At home, whenever Tyler sees his helmet or snowsuit in his room, he says “ski!!!!” and his eyes light up.  He knows.  Unfortunately, he only got out there twice.  But this peanut should fit in his getup next year, and the plan is to ski even more.  We always told parents at ski school that they wouldn’t remember from one time to the next this young…but maybe he will!

Look what I found in my room, Mommy!
Look what I found in my room, Mommy!
Really trying to get out there, Mommy. C'mon.
Really trying to get out there, Mommy. C’mon.



Spring Break 2016: Nebraska

I mean, who wouldn’t want to go to Nebraska on vacation, right?

Eric’s sister, Laura, and her family moved to Lincoln a couple of years ago, and although we visited once for Thanksgiving when Tyler was just a tiny baboo, we hadn’t been back to see the Stumpf’s new house.  So we packed up the truck and headed out after work for the 7-hour drive.  We stopped once, in Kearney, so Tyler could visit his 72nd brewery, Thunderhead Brewing.  A brewery in the middle of rural Nebraska is exactly what you would expect:  the pizza wasn’t bad and the girls were drinking some kind of purple cocktail instead of beer and there wasn’t a diaper changing station.  We made it to Lincoln before midnight.

Saturday we woke up to much chillier weather than we had anticipated and headed to the Lincoln Zoo.  Wow!  We were amazed at how thoughtfully this tiny zoo was put together and marveled at all of the fun attractions for kids.

Tyler rode a pony like a pint-sized cowboy.
Tyler rode a pony like a pint-sized cowboy.

Side note:  when did our child grow big enough to ride a horse?

Ethan showed off his tricks on the slide.
Ethan showed off his tricks on the slide.
Tyler signing "bird" at the peacock. No fear--I had to hold him so he wouldn't touch.
Tyler signing “bird” at the peacock. No fear–I had to hold him so he wouldn’t touch.
Ethan measuring his wingspan.
Ethan measuring his wingspan.
Eric measuring his wingspan which wasn't even a little awkward.
Eric measuring his wingspan which wasn’t even a little awkward.
We rode the train all the way around the zoo. Yes, I'm wearing Tyler's hat because a. he had a hood, b. I was freezing, and c. my head is that tiny.
We rode the train all the way around the zoo. Yes, I’m wearing Tyler’s hat because a. he had a hood, b. I was freezing, and c. my head is that tiny.
Tyler's "I love this" face while riding the train.
Tyler’s “I love this” face while riding the train.
Loving the public art.
Loving the public art.
Emma, Ethan, & Tyler
Emma, Ethan, & Tyler

We ate some yummy sandwiches for lunch and headed home for naptime.  We had a big afternoon planned at a local winery, James Arthur Vineyards.

On the beautiful deck.
The setting was beautiful.  The wine was not.

If you can imagine a brewery in rural Nebraska, now picture a winery outside of Lincoln. Did you conjure images of bedazzled aprons sporting catchy sayings like “Wine not?”  Can you just see the animal figurines made of wine corks?  Have you ever tasted Carlo Rossi? Yep, that about sums it up.  But the weather warmed up, the kids were having fun, and they gave us cheese, so we actually had a great time.

The grounds were lovely and we even went for a toddler "hike."
The grounds were lovely and we even went for a toddler “hike.”

Sunday morning we went to the church that Andy works for, Christ Lutheran.  It was fun to see what a vibrant service they have, and Tyler loves going to church daycares.  When we got home, Laura declared it was time for an Easter Egg Hunt!  Even though Easter had been the week before, we wanted the kids to have fun together so we went out in the backyard and let them run wild in the sunshine.

Emma found one!
Emma found one!
Ethan found most of them...
Ethan found most of them…
Sibling love.
Sibling love.
Three cute cousins!
Three cute cousins!

Tyler hammed it up for awhile.  Apparently wearing his plumber’s one-piece outfit makes him feel extra silly, but I think it’s so adorable I can’t stand it so I make him wear it for special occasions.

Then we hit the amazing playground in an attempt to get the kids tired.  It didn’t work.

Happy girl!
Happy girl!
My only niece!
My only niece!

Our last stop was Ploughshare Brewing Co. in downtown Lincoln.  Very cool place with excellent beer, and they even gave us a broom so we could clean up our giant child-mess.

I think we tried all the beers.
I think we tried all the beers.
These two!
These two!

All in all we had a fantastic trip and can’t wait to see these characters again in June. Thanks, Stumpfs!

Snow Day!

We had heard a storm was blowing in, but we had no idea what Mother Nature was doing out there.  And then I got the only call you want to get at 5am–SNOW DAY!

This was 5:00am.  Not too much accumulation, but the wind was fierce.


While Eric worked from home, I introduced a new obsession to Tyler: trains!  He had a blast helping build the track and carries Thomas and Rusty around with him everywhere. (Thanks, Michelle, for passing on the train set!)  And he’s not yet saying “train” but for weeks has said “WOOO WOOO” when he sees them in books.


The snow continued until later in the afternoon; then, it was still and not too cold.  Perfect for playing outside!  Daddy went to help Tim shovel out Boulder County, so he missed this fun. I laid out Tyler’s snowsuit on the couch with his hat, mittens, and boots.  He climbed up and eagerly spread himself out trying to get it on, patiently waiting for the zipping and velcroing.  He couldn’t wait to get out there (like his mommy) but wanted to be prepared (like his daddy).

Snow Selfie!
What is all this?!
Postholing up to his armpits.
Snow angels!
Catching (and eating) snowballs.
New favorite snack: snow.

We ended up with 21″ of snow.  It was 72 degrees and sunny yesterday.  So glad we had this blizzard and could spend the day together!