Ezra’s Birthday
I love birthday parties. Ezra’s first birthday was celebrated with his friend Agnes. So that meant us moms collaborated our ideas to create one cool party. Â
We had a bubble bath party. No, we didn’t all take a bath… we had a tub cake, and bubbles all around the room.  Laura made the cake and filled it with blue ice cream (homemade even) as the water. I made all the bubbles and took a buch of photographs of the bithday kids in their birthday suits…
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Photos on little cakes were taken days after the birthday kids were born
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The other side had photos that were more recent.

Doesn’t that look so cool?!
We had fun, but neither of the kids wanted any of the cake. Oh well, next year we’ll make sure not to fill them up with chocolate fondu-dipped goodies.
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“Happy Birthday to us?”
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“Get me out of this chair!”

India and her friend Hannah
Snow
It has snowed several times this year. Each time is pretty unique.
The first snowfall we were able to make a snowman. It was amazing! We were actually able to roll the snow to make the balls. I’ve never been able to do that. Perfect snow. Too bad there wasn’t more of it. Our snowman had lots of grass stuck in it.

The next time it snowed it came down in torrents. Thankfully by the time I had to pick up India it had stopped and Ezra and I could walk. But it was freezing! The wind was blowing so cold we almost died. Then on the way back the sun came out and almost melted everything in the 10 minutes it takes to get home. I got a photo of the forsythia bush blooming from the warmest January ever with a bit of snow on it. There was more snow only 5 minutes earlier when I first saw it.

The latest snow storm begun on my way to pick up India. I thought she would enjoy walking home in the snow and boy were we not disappointed. I think the snowflakes were close to the size of baseballs. It was amazing! Like feathers falling from the sky. I tried to photograph this phenomenon but had a hard time capturing what it truly looked like. Here’s the view from our back window.
