My little pal wanted to shovel snow so badly, but a week of 50 degree weather left us with confused daffodil buds and green grass. She was heartbroken. 
Confusion continued into the week as poor little Evvie desperately tried to sled, but we found other toys upon which to ride.
Seattleites like to talk about the weather (only when it’s sunny), but Vermonters take it to a new level. They share with me the condition of their roads, their predictions on the start date and duration of mud season and their happiness for me for arriving in such a mild winter. The mud thing is fascinating. It’s a hot mess everywhere and more difficult to drive in than snow. I’m considering ditching the Outback for one of these instead.
Matt has been studying stars and clouds while I obsess over paint and stains and Ev is blissfully unaware of both. Her new Radio Flyer is an off-roading beast and she’s loving it.
Matt and Evelyn made the Northfield news for her egg gathering prowess and his good looks. She had her first Hershey’s egg, which blew her mind. Note: I did not intentionally dress her for Christmas.
I did however, intentionally make her try on her new swim suit because, come on. She thought it was cool, but moved on quickly in search of more Hershey’s.
Her new favorite face. Constantly making this cheesy grin looking for a reaction, which of course we give every time because it’s irresistible.
My love puked for the first time. Pretty heartbreaking 24h, which set off a raging Norovirus at the Sullivan casa.
The winter/spring/mud battle continues, but this gal learned to weather all with shades on (like her mother).
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