Changing Seasons

This might be boring for the trillions of readers that I have that don't know us personally. When I got my new camera, around Thanksgiving, I went right outside to test it out.

Mark was just getting comfortable on his electric trials dirt bike.

He started riding when he was just over 2 and a half. When the picture was taken, he would just go slow and "walk" the bike with his feet.

Husb was working hard, as usual, getting firewood ready for winter.

Fall decor was out and the garden was surrendering to the cold.

Shadow, in her winter coat, was watching us play outside.

Now for some updates. Mark is now doing jumps on his dirt bike! This is insane. I am so proud of him though. He never learned to balance and pedal a bicycle though, so the joke is that we will be forcing him to do that when he is about 12... "Mark you have to learn to ride a bike, this is a life skill." "But Ma, I don't want to pedal, I just want to drive my dirt bike." Yes, he calls me "Ma" and I love it; I feel like Ma Ingalls, from Little House on the Prarie.

That was the smaller jump. I am too scared to put the jump up higher, but Ty does! And Mark can do it. Crazies!

Yes, that is a life jacket. We tried to buy him a chest protector, but apparently, most parents don't put their 3 year olds on dirt bikes. Either that or most 3 year olds don't have the need for speed that Mark has. They don't make chest protectors small enough. This is almost better though because it is padded. I think we will still make him wear one of these when he is 12.

On another note, these greeted me yesterday when I got home from buying curtain fabric for the nursery.

I am always so surprised when they come up so early, even through the snow. Crocuses make me smile.

Stay tuned, the big nursery reveal will be in the next day or two!