Global warming, I heart you. Okay not really. But kinda.

It was a balmy 65 degrees out this morning (Zachary got outside and proclaimed it to be "sixty hundred degrees").  So Zachary had a quick breakfast, and we took the babies out with us on a Bulldozer and Bus Hunt before we had to go off to daycare.

 

   

Whenever we go on a Bulldozer and Bus Hunt, we have this conversation:

Me:  Bulldozer and bus starts with a....
Zachary:  B!
Me:  Right!  What else starts with B?
Zachary:  Bulldozer, and bus, and baby, and bum, and bear, and book, and bum, and boy, and bum!

Today, Zachary pointed out the circles and O's that he saw on the road.

We went to the pond to watch ducks and geese, and Zachary stopped to pick flowers for me.

He also showed off his shiny new shirt (the shirt was a compromise -- when we were at Target the other day, he saw a sparkly purple tutu and he said, "Oooh, that's beautiful.  I want to wear that shirt!"  We opted for something that better matched his complexion.). 

And we finally saw two buses.  He got so excited and waved at the drivers.

It seems that getting outside is an excellent cure for the blahs, and this morning was simply perfection.  Spring, get here quickly!