Ice or not, the boys had a blast!
Henry loves his baby doll (he also has a baby- plastic head, no hair-that he loves from Grammie Higham). Just recently we've been able to sneak into the boys room and tuck them in after they're asleep. Super cute to find Henry cuddling his baby doll.
Our handsom little men. All dressed up for church- too bad they didn't look quite this nice after the three hour wrestling match that is our Sunday. They're cute little devils though! 
My poor sweet Hunter; he was so happy to be outside playing in the sun. He and Henry have missed the playground and the swings. Too bad as Hunter was playing airplane on the swing, he slid off the front and landed face first in the mud puddle. Yes, he's screaming in the first picture. No, he's not hurt; he's angry that he's so dirty. "Get this stuff off of me" is what kept coming out between screams. I'm glad the camera was right by the door, Hunter laughed and laughed at the pictures- after his bath.
Rubba Dub Dub, three babies in the tub. There is equal spacing between all three boys (Hunter and Henry are 14 months apart; Henry and Paxten are 14 months apart). My boys loved having Baby Paxten around.
The wind was super strong and the Staten Island Ferry was no where in sight, so we opted out of our planned ferry ride and admired Lady Liberty from the water's edge.
I love Grand Central Station. It's so sparkly and polished. I'm sure it's much busier during rush hour, but early on a Saturday it was pretty mild.
We found our way to Times Square a bit before our scheduled time, so we explored the three story ToysRUs (kids need proof that mama really was in NYC), complete with a full size farris wheel. Standing still in the middle of mayhem was fabulous- everybody in a hurry, everybody with somewhere to be (Chinatown was the same way!), and us two stary eyed Idaho girls just soaking it in. We shared a hot dog from a street vendor- not recommended. $2.00 for a silly hot dog on a bun with ketchup and mustard- what's so special about that? I somehow thought that a NYC street vendor hot dog would be magical.
Jordan got us tickets to see Phantom of the Opera; it was magical! The music was stuck in our heads for days.
Rockefeller Center and St. Patrick's Cathedral were beautiful. We didn't actually make it to the Chrysler Building, but we could well see it in the skyline-it too was beautiful.
The Empire State Building. We road to the top and somehow were surprised at how much colder and windier it was than down on the street. I have a crazy strong fear of man made heights, so a quick look at the view from each side and I was good to go- no need to linger some 82 stories above ground when it's windy and cold anyway!
Even though we could hardly move Sunday morning, Jen and I loaded up the three boys and headed for Niagra Falls. (We thought Jordan could use some re-coup time) It was so cold and windy that we didn't last long at the falls, but my boys loved throwing ice chunks over the fence and into the water. We were all amused by the thick ice that covers everything from the mist off the falls.
Before Jen had to leave, we made the trip to Palmyra. It was too cold and slushy/icy to make it very far into the Sacred Grove, but it was very interesting to see the Joseph Smith homes. My boys were most awed by the fact that the missionaries were girls. Henry, " Girl missionaries?" over and over the whole time we were there. The Hill Cumorah is very pretty even in winter and without all the pagent galla. Sometimes I forget how close I live to our churches founding location- so much deadication and sacrifice and it all started in a place about 30 minutes from my little apartment. 
"The Boo Babies" (Jordan only had one mis-hap on his day of the boys- a lost binki for Paxten, that turned out to not be lost after all. So my boys adopted the new ones he bought, but just for a little while. Surprisingly, Hunter re-latched on much more than Henry) We were very thankful to have Aunt Jen here for Henry's birthday. It's always fun to share with family and friends. My boys miss having baby Paxten to play with and Aunt Jen's magic bag of toys. I'm so greatful that Jen got to come visit; it was a great mid-winter boost for my soul! Thanks to all our friends and neighbors who made our mid-day habachi and late nite sushi runs possible! 
At age 2, Henry still enjoys the feel as well as the taste of his food; from pancakes to mac and cheese (two of his favorites) as much ends up on his face as in his mouth. He can use a spoon and fork, he just prefers his fingers. 