It's been a while! April has been a crazy month of ups and downs, and I don't anticipate May being much calmer (let's hope it's more ups THAN downs, though). We've been itching for spring, and as much as I have been whining about it for the last three months, it's just not coming. I suspect that this year will be much like last year, with two weeks of nice weather at the end of May, then summer. I just take heart in knowing that it will be warm eventually, and most likely in the next month!
I don't have access to my lovely big computer right now, and that's where all my camera/photo stuff is, so I thought I'd update with some older pictures. I've had high hopes for a garden this year, so the kids and I bought some shovels and started digging. We had to do it all by hand, as this was somewhat of an exploratory measure, avoiding sprinkler pipes and unearthing years of different landscaping measures. Connor and Alaina loved searching for worms, and Alaina even got a little attached to them. When we'd find one, she would inform me that we needed to find its mommy or its daddy. Eventually, we found a whole family.
Connor quickly tired of digging outside (that surprised me!), but Alaina would have done it all day. I love the dichotomy of this picture. With her, everything needs to be "peent" (pink). Peent shirt, peent pants, peents boots, peent necklace, peent hairbow, and since purple is a variation of pink, her purple bracelet is peent, too. All that peent, but still digging in the dirt. You must curl your fingers, however, to avoid getting mud on your peent nail polish.
Despite my grandiose ideas for this little strip of dirt, we quickly learned that when watered, our "garden" turns into concrete and there is little hope for plants. I must admit, I feel a little bit defeated, and just want to shake my fists at it in dismay, rather than plant in containers. One good thing about this nonexistent spring is that it will give me time to get over this and on with growing my own tomatoes in pots. Goodbye, garden dreams!
...and a couple more funny ones of the one that begs for her picture taken. :)
Every night, when I get home from work, I go check on the kids and give them a goodnight kiss. Walking in on this scared me a bit, but it's also kind of funny. How can that be comfortable?
Three year old attitude is already setting in, a few months early. Alaina received these sunglasses in her Easter basket from Grandma and Grandpa, and she believes that this is how they are meant to be worn. Connor tells her over and over that her glasses are upside down, but she refuses to listen to him. That's really Alaina in her full glory...crazy cat lady hair, upside down glasses, face full 'o 'tude, and no pants. That's my girl.
A couple of weeks ago, Wes invited us to a barbeque at his house, and I snapped this picture of Janet's magnolias. Rather than broadcast any of the photos of Grandpa Broadhead's funeral, I think this picture abstractly describes my feelings. We love you and will miss you and your happy countenance, Grandpa.
I don't have access to my lovely big computer right now, and that's where all my camera/photo stuff is, so I thought I'd update with some older pictures. I've had high hopes for a garden this year, so the kids and I bought some shovels and started digging. We had to do it all by hand, as this was somewhat of an exploratory measure, avoiding sprinkler pipes and unearthing years of different landscaping measures. Connor and Alaina loved searching for worms, and Alaina even got a little attached to them. When we'd find one, she would inform me that we needed to find its mommy or its daddy. Eventually, we found a whole family.
Connor quickly tired of digging outside (that surprised me!), but Alaina would have done it all day. I love the dichotomy of this picture. With her, everything needs to be "peent" (pink). Peent shirt, peent pants, peents boots, peent necklace, peent hairbow, and since purple is a variation of pink, her purple bracelet is peent, too. All that peent, but still digging in the dirt. You must curl your fingers, however, to avoid getting mud on your peent nail polish.
Despite my grandiose ideas for this little strip of dirt, we quickly learned that when watered, our "garden" turns into concrete and there is little hope for plants. I must admit, I feel a little bit defeated, and just want to shake my fists at it in dismay, rather than plant in containers. One good thing about this nonexistent spring is that it will give me time to get over this and on with growing my own tomatoes in pots. Goodbye, garden dreams!
...and a couple more funny ones of the one that begs for her picture taken. :)
Every night, when I get home from work, I go check on the kids and give them a goodnight kiss. Walking in on this scared me a bit, but it's also kind of funny. How can that be comfortable?
Three year old attitude is already setting in, a few months early. Alaina received these sunglasses in her Easter basket from Grandma and Grandpa, and she believes that this is how they are meant to be worn. Connor tells her over and over that her glasses are upside down, but she refuses to listen to him. That's really Alaina in her full glory...crazy cat lady hair, upside down glasses, face full 'o 'tude, and no pants. That's my girl.
A couple of weeks ago, Wes invited us to a barbeque at his house, and I snapped this picture of Janet's magnolias. Rather than broadcast any of the photos of Grandpa Broadhead's funeral, I think this picture abstractly describes my feelings. We love you and will miss you and your happy countenance, Grandpa.
