I know that it's not quite spring yet--and I'm probably jinxing us into a giant March snowstorm--but didn't yesterday's sunshine feel so good? (Unless you live somewhere that was lacking sunshine yesterday, then I apologize for being a braggy jerk.)
We were all in heaven.
We opened up the sandbox, a plaything with which I have a serious love hate relationship. The kids love it and can play for hours, but the SAND. Why is sand so messy? And why does Tommy always have so much of it in his pants?
The best part is knowing that even if I jinxed us into a snowstorm or even if the next two weeks are rainy, we are going to have more and more days like this. Yes, knowing that put just a little spring in our step.