We had a play date. Mommy and Daddy had over grown up's, and we had over friends.
How many more pictures Mom? We have playing to do.

It's a no win situation. Not sure if it's better for the dog to imitate the girls, or the girls the dog.

I got earings for my fourth birthday. Izzy 1, Daddy 0.
Is Abby going to get earings when she's 4 Mommy?

What, and mess with this look!

Snug as a bug. Sometimes after Mom puts us to bed, I sneak over to Izzy's bed.

We got Tucker his own bed, 'cause there's not enough room in ours.

We're going to Grandma Kathy's and Grandpa Tom's today.
They're lefties, so we're wearing our hippie garb!

Learning doggy basics. Only 7 more months till hunting season.


I'm working on Tucker's training schedule.

Definitely up to no good, and not saying a peep.

Tucker is growing like a weed.

Probably about as tall as Izzy by now.

















Definitely taller than Abby.

Daddy says he wears the boots around here. And whatever he says, goes.
I's got to see for myself what kind of power these boots hold.

I'd say it's much easier to step into Mommies boots.

Guess where we are.
I'm holding a clue, but I suppose you'll just keep scrolling down instead of guessing.
Seasame Street! (Actually, we were at Target Center, and the gang from Seasame Street was visiting. We were on like 10th Street)

You caught me, I'm reading to my babies.
A rare quiet time in the house. Of course there must be a mess somewhere.
A little harder push and I may have made it all the way to Minneapolis.
Not quite a ski lift, but he gets the job done.

Mush Daddy, mush!
We'll see you at the bottom.
I'm going to set the long slide record.

A little red from sledding.













Not quite ready for the olympics, but we had fun.














A growing boy.














A bit "Tucker"ed out from chasing those girls up and down the slopes.