Got Strawberries?

It was a strawberry feast for Marci after church this morning. This picture doesn't quite represent the puree of strawberry that is spotted all over her Easter dress. It does, however, give you a good idea of exactly how she was hamming it up this morning during a baptism that took place during the service. She kept looking back at Daddy and me and giving us this face. I think she was relishing in the power of being out of our reach. If this morning is any indication, the teenage years are going to be off the chain with this one!

Easter Surprises

Easter hasn't officially arrived, and it's already been full of surprises.

Marci found the golden egg at our neighborhood Easter egg hunt this morning!

And she got to hold a bunny.

And Osten . . . rode his bike this afternoon with no training wheels and no crash landings!!

G-O-A-L

Look who scored his first goal of the season! And somehow, I was lucky enough to catch him in action . . .

. . . and later resting on the sidelines.

Goooooooooo Comets!!

Yay, Osten!

A Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Alexander isn't the only one who has a bad day every now and then. In our house, the sure sign of a doozie of a day is when Wrigley gets her name on the board. In fact, to date it's only happened once. And for the record, that's Daddy's handwriting in the photo!

Dining Al Fresco

I think I could serve mud pies for dinner and so long as it was outside, the kids would think they was terrific! As an added bonus, our swingset has a picnic table tucked under the slide. To say we have enjoyed it immensely, would be an understatement. In fact, I can hardly even remember life without our swingset/picnic table combo. It was a dual present from the grandparents a couple Chistmases ago, and it's been a real hit!

Name That Letter

Just the other day, Marci and I were in the car on our way to pick up Osten from school. I took a turn into a nearby shopping center, which of course, did not go unnoticed by my little backseat driver.

"Mommy!" she shrieked. "This is not the way to Osten's school."

"Yes," I acknowledged. "We're going to swing by the mailbox so Mommy can mail a letter."

"A letter?" she questioned.

"Yes, a letter," I replied.

"Is it a letter to your friend?" she inquired.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"What letter is it?" asked my inquisitive and ever-observant child.

"It's just a letter to a friend," I repeated.

"No," she persisted. "What letter is it?"

"Honey, I told you. It's just a letter to a friend."

"Mommeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" she demanded. "What. Letter. Is. It??!!"

No response from Mommy. Just lots of deep breaths. And then finally from the backseat came this sweet, simple and innocent explanation for her frustration.

"Is it a 'C' or an 'A'?"

Oh, did I need a laugh like that!! I think we'll save the discussion of homonyms for another day.

Army of One

Here's Osten in what is currently his favorite costume with what has always been his favorite Lamby. Even though we have two alternate and seemingly identical lamb blankets, there is no substitute for the one-and-only Lamby.

Lamby is an army of one, I guess you could say. And Osten is his fearless commander!