unfortunately, street soccer is a very stop and start sort of game since you have to clear the field every time a car comes.

nothing like a little street soccer over at the binhamer-garret's.

jack and rye enjoy a little sunday afternoon chamber music at the three stallion inn.

ken, the home inspector, has his assistant jot down a few notes on the front porch.

lis and riley marvel at the total lack of snow covering the backyard of our (hopefully) new home in northampton.

who is that masked poopchick?

"look, gram. i found six eggs!"

i have nothing clever to say about this picture. why is he so cute?

sometimes, when you're not 3 yet and it's your first easter egg hunt you need a little help from your posse.

even after the sweet treats are gone those plastic eggs offer hours of entertainment.

the bunny brought me sweet sweet treats.

gee-geed strikes again with the most awesome soft plush train easter basket ever.

gram wonders if getting help from riley counts as cheating.

the randolph village coffee klatch.

learning about the cell phone is a serious business.

and eventually you end up swimming like an adorable fish.

when you feel comfortable you can get a little deeper...

it's important to start off slow when you're getting into the pool...

katie said not to put any sweaty pictures of her on the blog, but come on. she's teaching riley to play racquet ball and that is freaking cute.

leila came for dinner and got sweet talked into reading a bedtime story.

riley decided to go all red in celebration of his new race car rain boots.

these sporty spices are off to play a little racquet ball.

katie burk says "no more snow, it's time for spring."

could they look more "caught in the act"? (they were trying to knock down the giant icicles directly over their heads)

this little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home...

these days riley and brianna are pretty much inseparable.

a little snow on the ground doesn't stop these two intrepid picnickers.

a basket of clean, fresh riley.

a final farewell to the quonie beach.

transfixed by the slowly spinning cement truck.

riley does a little soft-shoe by the seashore.

for being such a little person, he really takes up a lot of the bed.

nothing like the face to face cell phone chat.

if you can snag the truck cart at the store, riley would happily grocery shop all day.

mommy and rye take in the view from the third floor deck.

the beach in the winter is pretty much made for dump-truck play time.

getting some serious air off the back of the little red wagon.

8 month belly shot (and when i say 8 months i mean 8 lunar months which is equal to 32 weeks and means that there are still 2 months to go - wha?)

two little monkeys jumping on the bed.

after a long playdate it's nice to just get in the car and space out.

the kiddos pay a visit to mama's nail salon.

riley braces for the inevitable crash.

it takes two to tango and also, apparently, to jump rope.

mimi brings everyone up to date on the patches/bittersweet rebuild.