Summer in March

The weather recentley has been about what you would expect from late March: cool, cloudy, and lots of rain. About two weeks ago though we hit a patch of weather so sublime it felt like it was pulled right out of early June. Needless to say when the thermometer tops 70 degrees, it doesn't matter what month it is, we're heading outside.

For those few days we enjoyed just sitting out in the yard (we even pulled out the deck chairs) and watching Aiden keep himself entertained with whatever he could find to throw/ hit stuff with. Sadly, the deck chairs are now safely stowed back in the shed, and we haven't been able to play outside nearly as much- but that little taste of summer made us that much more excited for the real thing to arrive.

Summer... come soon please?

Dad Time

During the last few weeks the weather around these parts has taken a turn for the better. With winter now safely in the rear view mirror (good riddance) we've had the opportunity to take advantage of some really pleasent, spring-like days.

Aiden is big enough now to really enjoy being outside, and loves the chance to run and climb without all of the restrictions that come from indoor playing. To give him a chance to run off some of his excess energy (and to give Jen a break from his excess energy) I've been trying to take him out on some Dad excursions.

We've had fun, although some activites have been recieved with greater enthusiasm then others. For example, on the first day I took Aiden to a local walking path thinking that we could go for a spin in the cool, new wagon that he got for Christmas.

Walking and running on the trail was loads of fun...

Pulling the wagon was even pretty exciting...

Riding in the wagon, however, less "fun" and more "traumatic." Hopefully next time around things might go a bit more smoothly.

On another day, going to the park was unquestionably a success. Both the slide and swings provided some serious fun.

And of course, sometimes you don't even need to leave home. These last few days especially we've spent some great hours out in the sun in our own backyard.

War of the Words

Aiden has recentley added a new and strangely effective technique of parental manipulation to his (already extensive) repertoire.

A typical exchange goes something like this:

Aiden: (sweetly and with great innocence) "Watch Elmo video?"

Mom and/or Dad: (incredulous and with great sarcasm) "You want to watch your Elmo video?

Aiden: (sweetly again, and acting like none of this was his idea in the first place) "Ok."

Brilliant. And as I said before, quite effective.

Still Here

We apologize for the slower pace of postings but things here at the Jones abode have been pretty mellow. The weather is starting to get nicer, so we're hoping to have some outside pictures soon. But until then- here's a couple of pictures of Aiden just doing what he does, wearing his hat around the house and practicing letters.

Return to the Valley

Well, this post seems long overdue. Better late then never though!

Last weekend was a special one in that we had the opportunity to go on a nice Jones/Weidner/Arnold family mini-vacation to the Willow Valley resort in Lancaster, PA. Willow Valley, as I mentioned in a previous post, looms large in the childhood memories of Jen and is a place that we hope to take Aiden back to many times in the years to come.

If you've had the Willow Valley "experience" (I'm looking at you Weidner and Mcnally families) then you pretty much know the deal: eat, swim, relax, repeat. And so it went on this visit. Aiden has enjoyed his pool experiences in the past, and this time was no different (even though all he wanted to do was to be held and "Kick!")

After Aiden's bed time we even got to enjoy some time in the pool with Aaron and Bethany, where we played the "movie game." (If you don't know what the movie game is, sorry, you'll just have to come on a future Willow Valley trip and find out.) As you'll soon see, every last picture that we have from this weekend was taken in or around the pool. Surprise, surprise. I guess we were too busy licking our plates at the buffet, or staring glassy eyed at the Olympic coverage to lift a camera any other time...

Oh well!