riley chats with aunt hoolie on the phone.

turns out the mini-rake is not ideal as a snow removal tool.

taking advantage of a rare 40 degree day by shoveling the deck WITHOUT a jacket on.

riley's dollywood shirt may not glow in the dark (as advertised) but it sure does look fierce.

nothing says family like matching cardigans.

inspired by cousin calliope, riley hosts a tea party, complete with crust-less sandwiches and bone china.

cacophonous but adorable.

mele is all about letting the cows know where their milk goes.

shayna joins us for an icicle break. delish.

katrina and sarah and their trusty shovels keep our roof from collapsing under the heavy heavy snow.

"give us a kick, baby."

and hello vermont.

goodbye new york....

riley reads "what was i scared of?" to jean, matt and craig (plus one grandspecial on the phone).

dean on vocals, craig on (his new birthday) guitar and riley on drums. beautiful.

well hello there cuties.

a mini mawr reunion at shannon's baby shower.

can you spot the elementary school teacher in this photo? (photo credit: uncle hubie, aka cousin hubie)

fun times at craig's birthday brunch.

riley enjoys a ride in the stroller, calliope would prefer to walk. (photo credit: uncle hubie, aka cousin hubie)

surely you could use some help opening your present, special craig.

riley tries out some sweeeeet new dance moves in front of the hall mirror.

"you see, this is a duck."

such a civilized tea party.

at calliope's house you get to draw on the wall with special bath crayons. pure bathing delight.

these three had an awesome game of catch going.

calliope welcomes riley to ft. greene.

waiting (and if you know great grandma edna, you know we were down there 25 minutes early) for that big yellow taxi to come and take us to hubie and sarah's house.

a lot of tv was watched at great grandma edna's house.

riley learns to play solitaire from a master.

plum tuckered out.

awwww.

no rest for the seagulls of brighton beach when rye's in town.

riley also has a baby in his belly, but clearly, mama's is bigger.

patting the 7 month belly bump.

riley hitches a ride up spencer lane.

"no mommy, no kisses!'

riley reads to brianna from the little engine that could (and yes they talked beforehand to coordinate outfits).

nothing like a picnic of raisins.*

*organic, bulk raisins from the co-op stored in an old sun-maid container for convenience.

mommy exhibits her sustainable town plan before a rapt audience.

riley pauses in his thousandth recitation of the lorax for some hijinks with john and leila.

mimi and rye have discovered that crayons are several factors less messy than paints.

these days vicky has a very eager cleaning helper. the baseboards have never been so dust free.