45 degrees and windy wasn't going to keep us in

how three went to the woods and papa was the hero of the day

autumn: first fire

the lemon face

what's more fun than a bale of hay

our corn maze odyssey

at oma and opa's: trains, slides and autumn sky

christmas tastes like gingerbread

look, opa, mittens!

he couldn't quite explain why, but it was impressive to see him put them on himself

our snow day

learning to make pie

"you need two and a half cups," he said.

mama haircut sans bowl

our second snow

northern light

"mmm, coco," he said.

a home for alexander beetle

(it maybe the wrong season to find an alexander beetle of our own)

for a day that was 28 degrees

he wore his hat for about 3 seconds