This morning started like any other... Being ripped from slumber by Kyle's cries, then laying in bed, half awaking, listening to Warren prep a bottle for a fussy, grunty, impatient baby. Eventually dragging my butt to the kitchen for the all-too-important cup of java, then mustering the energy to make something that resembles a breakfast, all while catering to Rhys' non-stop morning demands.
But then the morning took a pleasant turn. Warren didn't have appointments until 1pm, so we decided to take advantage of the sunny weather and go to North Glenmore Park and pull the kids in their sleds (or 'slides' as Rhys calls them).
Getting kids ready to go outside in the winter is a colossal pain in the arse. It's a good thing they are adorable.
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| Cute Baby In Snowpants |
As soon as we were all packed into the car, Kyle fell asleep. So, we decided to get gas and a couple Starbucks Lattes (Holiday Peppermint Mocha!). You know, so Kyle could sleep longer. It's all for the children.
Rhys wanted to pull Kyle at first. Melts my heart when he plays the Big Brother role so well:
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| "Mom, the sun is in my eyes!" |
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| Handsome man, with his handsome sons. |
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| Rhys wanted to pull again. |
Comparison #1: A Baby In A Sleigh
Rhys, 5 or 6 months, in his precious Marino Wool Snowsuit and matchy-match hat and mitts, sitting in a shiny new sled. Even the blanket tucked around him is red, to match:
Kyle, 9.5 months, in a faded sled that was left outside too many times. Nothing matches, and the blanket tucked around him *may* have doubled as spit-rag in the past:
Comparison #2: Mom In The Picture
Bonus Cutie:
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