the joy of love - staying in

Both times I was pregnant, everybody excitedly told me that the late winter/early spring was the best time to have a baby.

Whatever.

As nice as it was to not be as big as a house during the hottest months of the year and that I was ready to hit the pavement and walk those pounds off as soon as the snow melted, I have to disagree.

The late spring/early summer's where it's at baby.

Case in point:



You can't very well give two boys shiny new bicycles for their birthday and not let them ride them for a month and a half, now can you?



If this house is still standing by the time these kids move out, I'll be amazed.