6 and 12

My baby boy turned 6 yesterday.   Sob.
He got a new ride.  One with handbreaks and everything.
Too bad it's supposed to rain and snow all week.

Wren has been home for 12 days now.  And she is still doing amazingly well.  It's almost like she has always been here.   There have been a few tantrums here and there.  You know the kind.  Where you throw yourself down on the floor, scream and cry and then bite your mom and try to claw her eyes out.  Fun times.  It's hard to say if these tantrums are part of her adjustment phase, or because she is cutting molars, or just general 2-year old crabbiness - or maybe a combination of all that.
But other than those few moments of hysteria, she is generally happy.  Shoes are still her favorite pass time.  I am not sure weather to keep them in her closet or in her toy box.  This tutu has also become a staple in her wardrobe.   (excuse te crappy iphone pictures)