Cold mornings = boys in Mama's bed

Not sure how you folks up north handle cold weather, but 30 degrees means it is far too cold to change out of our "jammers." Instead, my boys roll around in Mama's bed. (Funny how Gavin calls the bed mine. Not like he sees me in it napping and reading? Humph. Surely, he means it is mine because I make it all the time!)



"Hmmm...I haven't yet decided to use my powers for good...or evil!"



Let's not forget that the "itty, bitty, baby tractors" need to snuggle too!