Everyday is like Sunday.

Despite feeling just a little bit weary of winter and longing for the dewy, fresh signs of spring, this weekend has proved to be the kind that makes long five day work weeks worth it. 

We started our Saturday with tumbling class, a new venture we're about four weeks into.  There's no question Garrett loves it, and as each week passes, he gets more and more used to the routine of the class (i.e. listening, sitting in the circle, etc.).  Yesterday was by far the best day, complete with tons of bouncing around on the giant inflatable floor and an even bigger inflatable bouncy choo-choo train that had the kids scrambling up and then sliding down over and over again.  Suffice to say, there's always a great afternoon nap from a day of tumble.  Post tumbling, we headed to the Rumpus Room, not having been in a few months and wanting to squeeze in some more activity before the snooze. 

The ball pit is always the first destination.

Then we got cookin'.  He was making a very interesting stew of fish, butter, salad dressing, tomatoes, and...baloney.  

Then some outrageous tower building and finally, ending with some 'playing house', complete with feeding his baby.

And now onto Sunday...waking up to more snow and continually snowing. My first thought? Time to get baking. Like many others, I've discovered the addictive draw of Pinterest.  However, I'm really ever on there purely for the awesome recipes I find.  So today's experiment was called Strawberry Breakfast Buns...courtesy of Brandy's Baking  however I improvised and used a triple berry preserves.  Um, can I just say, YUM?  Just look at them! Sticky, gooey, and delectable.  Perfect with your third or fourth cup of coffee. 

After breakfast, we donned our snowpants and headed outside.  Unlike the snowstorms we've been having all winter, this one isn't featuring biting cold temps and ferocious winds.  Out we went, sled in hand, and braved the several inches that have fallen. We even attempted a tiny snowman but the snow wasn't quite ready. 

Next up, a walk in "Pooh Bear's woods," as Garrett said.  Our own 100 acre woods is quite beautiful covered in snowy frosting.  

An exhaustive trudge back up the hills, stripped out of the frozen pants and socks, and into, as we like to call, 'cozy pants', and inside for lunch and cocoa.  Now, the house is still and quiet, save for the snores coming from both Gabby and Terry.  The snow continues to fall, blanketing the footprints we stomped earlier and waits for us to visit again.  

My Funny Valentine.

Oh boy.  I'm a week late.  But really, isn't every day like Valentine's Day when you have a toddler? The smoochy kisses, the snuggly embraces, the "I love you too, mama", followed by a stuffy or two being thrown at your head and the defiant outward lip with the threat of tears bubbling from glossy eyes and it's a Valentine's kind of day.

This V's day, the sweet baboo received much love from family and friends.  We started the morning opening a couple of puzzles and the classic movie "The Land Before Time" (which has almost usurped the Pooh movie in terms of the number of times it's been watched just in a week) from us, and a very squishable cow from Grammie and Grampie. "This is a cool cow!" he says. (On a side note, I've never seen a kid more deliberate about opening presents.  "Just rip it open already!")

Off to daycare we went, with valentine boxes for our friends.  I think I quite enjoy living vicariously through my child in handing out these special treats.  The rest of the day dragged and I couldn't wait to pick my valentine up after work. Arriving home, there was a big red box addressed to Garrett from his cousins.  

"Is that a present for ME?" he asked almost incredulously. It is! Hooray! Let's open it up.

Well knowing what a huge fan of Pooh bear G is, this box of delights was a big hit.  Pooh stickers, Pooh window clings, Pooh activity book, and the biggest hit of all, a little Pooh ball that was immediately snatched up from the box, hugged, loved, and has joined the prestigious ranks of sleeping in the crib and being taken on car trips.

A quick dinner, and back in the car to meet our friend Marcus for gelato. These two silly's, hyped up on some V's day inspired flavors, offered much amusement.  And look how adorable they are sitting together!

Back home, sugar high slowly crashing, it's time for potty, pjs, and teeth-brushing. As we get cozy together in the rocker for story time, I kiss his forehead and let him know that no matter how big he gets, he'll always be my funny little valentine, my sweetpea. He gives me a hug, a big sloppy kiss, and says "Happy Balentine's Day, Mama, thank you for my puzzles." (his v's are b's at this point) And immediately then, "Where's my new pooh bear?!" Yup. I lose out to Pooh every time.