Bibi is the provider of all jammies in the Dorsey-Lee home. Literally all our children’s sleepwear is provided by her. She’s got good taste. Here are the sweet punk rockers in matching twiga jammies. Please ignore Strider’s foot in some of them. 

Keen is not impressed by Mox pretending to pick her nose. Bibi is just happy to be surviving her week in MD. 

I like the poke in the eye at the end. 

On Saturday mornings we do two things: we go to music class and then we go to lunch with our friends.  It is a really great way to start the weekend.  Moxie and Riley are about the same age–and Coen and Keen are also just a few months apart.  We love Saturdays. This is honestly one of our favorite traditions right now. 
After class Ms. Sue gives out stickers.  Moxie picked the stickers AND placement for herself and her sister.

Moxie and Riley wait patiently while we jam the babies into their snowsuits. 

They help push the strollers to our eating destination.

Well, it happened. It finally happened. Moxie puked her brains out. A lot. We’d made it 2.5 years without a stomach bug in our little Rocket but our number got drawn and it has hit us like a ton of bricks. Best news? Keen caught it too!  An 8 week old baby with dry heaves is pretty heartbreaking. We are comforted by the fact that neither of them will remember this. 

Moxie has been home all week. Wednesday and Thursday we had strider home in part due to the epic snowfall in the DC area and in part because my hair was starting to fall out. I’d like to say the week has looked mostly like this: 
And this:
But honestly it has looked more like this:
And this:
But there were some of these sweet snuggles: 

And last night we let her put sprinkles in snow 

But I’ll be honest PBS kids might not have an episode of anything that we haven’t seen 7 times. 
Our kids are alive. Pinterest can suck it and Caillou is a jerk.