No more baby seat for me -- I'm cruising in the big stroller, now!
(He actually stuck his left foot up on the tray and hung out like that for most of our walk.)
“You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.” ― Geraldine Brooks, "March"

(Aren't the rosy cheeks just too much?! Sunday was a nice, warm day.)
Trent mowed after I took the picture, but you get the idea. 
Trent put in a cute little path to the shed and worked his tail off putting in a wood border around all our many flower beds and the garden. It looks sooo much better.
Also, I've decided that moving into a house where someone else has planted perrenials totally rocks in the springtime.