So this morning we woke up to torrential rains and a definate drop in temps. The boys' spring/autumn light rain gear seemed inadequate, so I pulled out their winter Columbia shells and (of course) the lovely rain boots that Ellen's mother-of-twins friend had kindly passed along to us. & then, as I was putting Tomi's jacket on him, he chirruped: "Ennen jacket!" & yes, their aunt Ellen had given the jackets to the boys. But you know, they hadn't seen these jackets since... well... last April, I think. & no, I hadn't said anything about them being jackets from Ellen today, and probably hadn't said it since some while before the last time they wore them.
Children's memories are so impressive.
Here they are, all gussied up & leaving school last (because Tomi escaped while I was dressing Leo, and had to be tracked down - out in the rain on the playground! - and then they both had to pee and to wash their hands as many times as they could get away with in the cool, round, porcelain kiddy sink):
