My son and daughter hugging each other on Thanksgiving morning. 
Me, my daughter, and my parents' dog on their deck waiting for family photos to be taken.
My son did not like the snow falling into my hair. He spent the evening furiously trying to pick it all out.
Santa brought the snow to Arizona!!! My son (in green) wasn't quite sure what to think. My daughter (on the right in pink mittens and polka dot ski hat) loved it.
His sister picked out his outfit...hat included. Charlie Brown?
This is a permanent state of being for my son. He is always looking in the fridge for something to eat. He usually comes away with string cheese or an apple. At least he's consistent.
This lady was a wonderful dancer. My daughter kept referring to her as "Freckleface Strawberry" (in reference to the book with the same name) and declares that when she turns 4 (the minimum age they'll accept) she wants to "do Irish dancing."
The shot put in times of yore.
Get a load of this menu. Interesting. I think Sarah Palin helped create it.
The bagpipers during opening ceremonies.
The weather was too nice to waste indoors. And yes, those are cowgirl boots. Perfect park attire, don't ya think?
Two little munchkins on the swings.
Rock climbing in her boots. She kept screaming, "I can't get traction."
The boy and the girl playing at the sand table. Moments later, the boy went head first into the yellow sand bucket. Good times.
