Eat what?!

"Hey, I'm not Olivia."
"But who cares! I'm just happy to be here!"
"Uh, what's this?"
"What the heck was that?!"
"You call that food?!"
"Get it out!"
"Seriously. You're going to try that again?"

8 1/2 months - and is still solidly a milk baby.

Signs of the season

Easter is my new New Years. I find my heart and mind much more in tune with new beginnings and fresh starts and new routines around Easter. I am still cold and slothful and tired in the middle of winter it seems. But in the spring, life emerging all around, I am ready. The message of Easter in the front yard plum tree - resurrection. The strong scent of the orange blossoms filling the house through the open windows - so thankful God appeals to the senses with his message of life.

We are having an Easter egg hunt in the park this Saturday for our neighborhood. We thought stuffing 950+ eggs would take some time...not with these work horses! I think it took them about an hour!
What happens when you can't resist...and don't care.
Palm Sunday morning. We've been on a bird theme this year for Kindergarten. A week or so ago we made some little nests and I decided to use them for our passion week eggs. Each morning the kids find an egg in their nest with a trinket representing an event from the passion week - and we read the corresponding Bible passage. Note the Sunday school craft (crown) from several weeks ago getting additional mileage. And if you want to feel sorry for our kids...they LOVE cereal, but would eat a whole box in one sitting and be hungry again in an hour. But we've recently instituted a little Sabbath ritual of Sunday cereal - a way to celebrate, associate the Sabbath with good things...that are only signs of better things. We've had friends who have done this...only they let their kids have the good sugary junk. Look at what our kids get excited about. He, he. I am dead meat when they learn what is really out there!
Baby-hawk. (Hanging out after Palm Sunday church at our house.)
I remember when Joseph was Greta's age and didn't have a neck - now look at him all...all...longneckish.
"Here, take a picture of my driver" he says.
More as we continue to enjoy the season...

Oh the decisions to be made

This one? Or......this one...
This one!

With and Without

ToofersNo toofers


I put it in quotations because that weekend really does not deserve to be dignified with that title. It was our first desert trip and it was beautiful! Here are the kids doing a little bouldering after a very long Friday night. The wind was extraordinarily strong ALL night. Mike hurled ALL night. And Greta cut a tooth and cried ALL night. Consequently, I did not sleep ALL night. It was lovely. I can't believe the people we went with are still speaking to us.
The most beautiful and mocking part of the night. An enormous full moon! Rose over one mountain, crossed over our heads all night and set on the other side. Only problem was I kept thinking "oh, daylight is coming..." nope, it's only 2:50 A.M.
Look at baby G all bundled! She was warm. She wun't happy, but she was warm.