Still really snowy and icy around here. These are the hedges next to our house, which are usually twice as high:
And here are the most recent crafts due to the weighted-down weather around here:
Henry wants a motorcycle for his birthday. Just like Uncle Brad's, which is a BMW - without macaroni glued to it, I hope.
And the kites made out of stickers with marker scribble tails on them (Henry designed these all on his own).
We go to bed singing Mary Poppin's "Let's go fly a kite...up to the highest height..."