Fashion police

 

One has a brand new shirt on with sleeves that are too short for winter, and one has her brother's old short with sleeves too long for anything. And neither made any attempt to match anything. 

Birthday moments

Hopefully this is our last birthday party in quarantine, but we had plenty of fun with it anyway. There was plenty of cake...

Plenty of presents ...

 

And plenty of brother-sister video game bonding time. Not bad at all. 

Happy birthday to me (part 11)

Seriously, 11 years old. How did we get here? Well, I'm glad you asked: 

Here I am at just a few days old:

Here I am 1 year later:

At birthday 2: 

At my third birthday:

At age 4:

Number 5:  

 

Six years old: 

At seven years old:

Birthday number 8:

Getting bigger, but still only 9: 

One year ago: 

And here's where we ended up now, at age 11: 

 

Getting so big, can't keep the feet in the pictures anymore. 

Usually we take a picture of Emma climbing over Jonathan here, but since it was his birthday, Jonathan had other ideas: 

Still a happy little guy at heart. 

Putting on a show

Sometimes, you just can't keep the performance and the artist in you. 

And sometimes you can. 

Collision warning

What's more fun than sledding with your brother? Sledding bumper car style with your brother? 

(Seriously, the number of times they asked to crash into each other...)

Hallway napping

No idea what is happening here, other than yet another bedroom mess explosion. 

 

Clean enough to eat

 

Tommy and Shane sent us some colorful, fancy bath soaps but I really think Dad should let me just taste it because this looks delicious. 

Warming up

 

Sometimes the best seat in the house is one you have to share. 

Sledding time

Turns out we've got a pretty good sledding hill just sitting in our backyard. All we needed was enough snow and ice to make it come to life. 

And what's a better idea than two kids on two sleds? How about two kids on one sled? 

Bonus video -- Here's a ride-along with Jonathan so you can experience the excitement (and abrupt ending) for yourself. 

Now we've got snow!

We wanted 20 inches, but two is enough to make snowballs, snow angels and snowmen! Let the fun begin!

 

It's called a glamper

 

And you use it for glamor camping. Try not to be jealous, OK? 

It's snow, but ...

I wouldn't say it's enough snow yet.