At my mother's

We have arrived safe and sound!

The house is colder than Florida, but man it is still a struggle to put clothes on my youngest boy.  Here he is, deciding that having finished his chicken nuggets, the only reasonable thing to do with the ketchup is to use it as dip for the apple slices.

Entranced by the tablet of joy and glory.

Taking a walk, we had a wagon and a car.  The three of them took turns being in the wagon, pulling the wagon, and driving the car.  But surprisingly this was by far the most popular variation: Ari rode the fast car and my two-year old pulled his eldest brother halfway down the block.