Sunday, March 30, 2014

March 22-28: Easter Eggs, Silly Bread and the Treehouse

March 22.  It's too bad I didn't take any pictures this day.  First, because we had some good friends over for lunch.  Second, because the house was really, really clean due to the first reason.

March 23.  We spent the evening after church at Grandma and Grandpa Hansens.  It seems like it has been too long since we've had a Sunday dinner there.  The kids got to play with some new backyard toys and they didn't waste any time having fun.








We also played around at Ed and Cyndy's new rental.  The new carpet had just been put in and there was lots of room for the kids to run around.


March 24.  Bryce had class on Monday night.  I was looking for a way to survive the last hour before bedtime and so we got out our Easter decorations.  Kimball borrowed my camera to snap some pics.  I have dozens on my phone that look like this:





They are all a little blurry.  It may not entirely be his fault.  I think the lens was pretty dirty.  After cleaning the lens a bit I took a picture of all our eggs.


I must have some deep seeded love for orphaned Easter eggs because I keep adopting them.  I remember when my Grandma Cornwall passed away I took her eggs home with me.  This was before I was even married or had kids.  When Mom and Dad were going through their storage unit last August I quickly gravitated to their eggs too.  As a result I have hundreds of eggs.  It will be a fun hunt this year!

I thin the love of Easter eggs comes from my memories of the egg hunts at Grandma and Grandpa Cornwalls.  They would put little scriptures or message in some of the eggs instead of candy.  Messages like: "Share a piece of candy with your Grandpa."  I used to think it was cheesy and kind of lame.  I now see a Grandpa who loved his grandkids and wanted to teach them to be kind and thoughtful.  It makes me teary.  I think I might need to put some of those messages in the eggs this year.  I can already hear them groaning when they get an egg without a treat, but I someday they will understand the real treats of life.

March 25.  I had to get the car inspected and the oil changed so I took it in while Kimball was at preschool.  Abby, Stan and I walked to the library while we waited.



We also had some friends over in the afternoon.  The nice weather and the swing set were a welcome combination.




March 26.  I pushed this little gal around in a laundry basket for about 5 seconds this morning.  She loved it and it brought back such memories of doing the same thing to Kimball at the same age.  Of course, Kimball got pushed around for a whole lot longer than 5 seconds.  Oh!  To be the first born.




March 27.  Abby and Stan helped me make bread.   I tried to swirl it with several colors.  This was my first time and it was a bit of extra work.  I was inspired by my cousin who has made things like this in the past.




I am not inclined to do this again, but I now have a three year old who thinks this is the right way to make bread.  Heaven help me!

Abby helped with the dishes while the boys were at basketball class.



March  28.  We had a wonderful outing with Grandma Hansen this week to the Treehouse Museum in Ogden.  We used to go there when Kimball was younger and it's been so long since we have been back.  Fortunately, it is still just as fun.  It was Abby's first time and she loved it!






Kimball got chosen to be in a "participlay."  He was the mountain goat and did a great job.  It was fun to see him so excited.








As I was putting the boys to bed that night, Stan asked where Grandpa was.  I told him that Grandpa was busy working on the new house.  "But I didn't get to hug him!"  It was the cutest response.  We quickly called Ed on the phone so the boys could say good night.  Stan was still troubled by the lack of a hug so he hugged the phone.  Kimball wanted to tell Grandpa something funny; I waited for the joke but all he did was sing Star Wars music.  Funny indeed!  These boys sure love their Grandpa.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

March 15-21: Green Things and Easter Eggs

March 15.  On Saturday we got to celebrate Luke's fourth birthday with him.  For those of you who don't know Luke, he is my sister's third boy.  Kimball and Stan love their cousin Luke and they had such a great time at the party.  Of course, we overstayed our welcome and hung out all afternoon.  When my dad got home from work he and my mom took us to the movie, Mr. Peabody and Sherman.  The boys loved it and I got to chase Abby up and down the stairs at the theater.



March 16.  Sunday we had a sibling dinner at John's house.  I made a turkey.  It was delicious.  The following day I boiled the carcass and made stock.  I love turkey stock.  I used the stock to make a soup, which was also delicious.

March 17.  Happy St. Patrick's Day.  When I was a kid I would wake up on St. Patrick's Day with a green thumb.  Apparently due to my Irish heritage a leprechaun would color my thumb with green permanent marker.  It was nice because I didn't have to worry about wearing green that day, I had a green thumb!  (Not to be confused with the ability to garden.)  The leprechaun that visits my kids has yet to remember to color their thumbs.  He does, however, pee in the toilet (It's green, just so you know) and leave little foot prints on the walls and other surfaces.  This year he turned the milk green.  (Stan wouldn't drink it.  Hehehe.)  He also left money rather than treats.  The boys were so excited.  They had been earning money to buy some new Lego Star Wars toys.  They worked really hard to earn the rest after the leprechaun's generous gift.







March 18.  Abby is usually the first one up in the morning.  I wake up to hear her shuffling around in her bed.  She doesn't whine or cry.  She just lolls about sucking her thumb.  At least this is what I imagine her doing because I delay going to get her for as long as I can.  Sometimes when I get her in the morning I optimistically bring her back to my own bed dreaming that she will snuggle up in my arms and drift blissfully back to sleep.  This fantasy is usually destroyed when she smacks me in the face and demands to be taken upstairs where she determinedly points at the cupboard where her baby food pouches reside.  After one or two pouches she is ready to eat her cereal, which is what she is doing in the picture below.


March 19.  My ward has a playgroup that meets on Wednesdays at noon.  Sometimes it's a bit of work to get the kiddos out the door and I drag my feet, but it's worth it.  Abby discovered the swing and was in love.  Stan was a bit bummed that little sis joined him because he wanted to go "weely weely fassed."




March 21.  Friday is the day I don't work.  This Friday, however, I was feeling like I needed to get some things done before the weekend.  Bryce fed the kids breakfast while I plowed through my list.  This would have worked out perfectly if I had just stopped working in time to put on clothes so I could take Kimball to preschool.  Feeling rushed in the morning is not good for me.  I lose all patience and freak out about everything.  Sigh.  It may for a stressful morning.  The highlights were breaking the freezer door because I slammed it too hard and tossing Abby in the air only to have throw up land on my face.  True story.  Everything was made better by dying Easter eggs.






We also made Cookies and Cream popcorn for our movie night.  Every once and a while we have a movie night with the kids.  It's a pretty big deal because we get out the blow up bed and let them sleep on it after the movie is over.  We have popcorn (usually caramel) and sometimes other treats.  The boys look forward to it and beg for it nearly every week.  This time we watched Prince Caspian.  We finished reading it a few nights ago.  Next we are reading Voyage of the Dawn Treader.

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