Bear and Justin

Mox and Keen got some quality time with Aunt Bear and Justin.  During this trip we also learned that both Justin and Strider have an incredible hatred of Tupperware.  Good to know.

Stone Cold Chillin

We went rock hunting.  We also wore great hats. Keen is in the tiny pack on Strider's chest.  She is bigger now and has her own hat.

Saturday Mornings

On Saturday mornings we do two things: we go to music class and then we go to lunch with our friends.  It is a really great way to start the weekend.  Moxie and Riley are about the same age--and Coen and Keen are also just a few months apart.  We love Saturdays. This is honestly one of our favorite traditions right now. 

After class Ms. Sue gives out stickers.  Moxie picked the stickers AND placement for herself and her sister.

Moxie and Riley wait patiently while we jam the babies into their snowsuits. 

They help push the strollers to our eating destination.

Happy Birthday Kiki!

We got to celebrate Kiki's birthday with a funfetti cake.  It was an amazing time. 

Also: amazing cake.

She's Crafty

Bibi went all out and got us some awesome crafts for our week in Colo. Like all out. Beads, play-doh, stencils, markers, paint, the works. Mox did a fair job of roping others into her projects. We appreciate everyone's patience. 

First we tried play-doh made from peeps. It was a good 6.4 minutes of fun. As legit play-doh it was a fail. As a delicious snack it was only a partial fail. 

Then we made necklaces. This was less of a fail and more of a time sink. We also got to wear our art around. That's a bonus. 

Good times had by all. Or one. Good times had by one. The rest of us are just here as support staff. 

Breakdown: Dulles

Who among us has not wanted to lose their whole shit at the end of a long travel day? Moxie wanted to and she did it. She went big. She pitched a 30+ minute freak out complete with tears, screams and a fair amount of snot. Basically it started with the pilot having the nerve to land 20 minutes into the nap. This was followed by the grave injustice of having to disembark (she tried to stop the process by holding onto seats as we passed them--to the great amusement of the a-holes behind me trying to run off the plane). THEN we had to ride a train--which is usually awesome but this time was complete torture. Finally we had to wait for bags. God. The bags. What snapped our sweet little sociopath out of her sweats? The freaky looking bus driver who asked, "what's wrong with you?" Mox straightened up and said "nothing. I love buses." And we were good until bedtime. Thank you weird looking shuttle driver. Thank you.