Things that may or may not have happened at the Webb house this week:

We may or may not have gone for a walk in 34 degree weather.

And we might have enjoyed every frigid sunshiney second.

(Even the dolls seemed to like it.)

And during that walk, we also may or may not have climbed a snow mountain just so I could take a picture. And on the way down from the snow mountain (that was a little less snow, and a lot more dirt) I may or may not have slipped down the side of it, pulling both screaming children with me and coming to a dramatic and painful end on the blacktop.

My children also might have found "baby rocks" that they spent the entire day nurturing. (We're talking the full-body treatment. Baths, food, potty-time. Aubrey even gave her baby rock a piece of her Oreo. That is love.)
Does anyone else's kids do this?
I'm not sure if it's normal or just the onset of snow-induced insanity.

This week, we maybe gave a fireside to the youth in our ward and spent far too much time reminiscing about our glory days. (Six-packs and all.)

It is possible that Aubrey got her first ever haircut, and did great, until we tried to put the hair-shielding cloak on. At that point Aubrey may or may not have completely freaked out and started exclaiming, "This is not a fun jacket!!" In the end, she went cloak-free and turned out darling. Hairy, but darling.

Also this week, I may or may not have jumped into the local YMCA swimming pool fully clothed. (OK, this actually didn't happen, but I got VERY close.) Brooklyn was in the middle of swimming lessons when I looked up from my book to see a pair of flailing arms and legs splashing up a storm and belong to... you guessed it: my child!! Luckily, the teacher noticed about the same time I did and grabbed her to spare me the jumping-into-the-pool humiliation.

And lastly, this week we might have experienced more fun than should be allowed for only two children.

And I may or may not be (but definitely am) the happiest mom in the world.