Weekends are lovely because Pierce/Papa is home all day.
I finally broke and bought myself real winter boots for tramping out in the snow.
Which is good because we then got like 14 inches of accumulated snow.
Full of attitude, this one.
His teenage years are going to be awesome.
Vintage finds for the shop.
Except for the hat. That's mine.
He has big feet, but this is ridiculous.
His pronunciation of "book" sounds like "dirt."
There's a lot of "dirt" laying about the apartment these days.
Speaking of laying. Or lying.
It was 45 degrees on Wednesday. We went for a walk at the park, and I did some sun worshipping on the frozen pond.
I'm not sure the ice skaters appreciated my sunbathing in their space. And I'm pretty sure I embarrassed Piercen. Score and score.