matching tracksuits

We looked out the window this morning to a surprise: the men who'd paved our street a couple of weeks ago had returned to rebuild the now-incredibly low shoulder. After the Boy finished his breakfast, I called him to the front door. His response was predictable: "Wow!" We quickly got on some warmer clothes -- though it was sunny, the temperature was still cool -- and headed out to watch the workers.

The girls, in the meantime, headed down to the trampoline, and soon enough, the Boy wanted to join them. After all the cold rain yesterday, we were all determined to spend as much time outside as possible today.

After lunch, we headed to a local park. The Boy discovered he could literally hang just about anywhere.