It has come to my attention, through various means, that some are you are less than satisfied with my sporadic, infrequent blog posts….
And, because I have always been driven by a healthy dose of guilt, I am obliging.
And some of you, in no uncertain terms, have threatened my life.
Spencer walks the ‘property’ with Bryce.
This is Adeline’s spot. She sits her in the morning to warm up.
Other days, she puts her bunny in the dump truck and drives around the house all harry-karri.
And then feeds her carrots.
Or forgets about her bunny on the couch, or in her room.
This is the best shot I could get of Spencer holding a chicken.
He thinks it’s more fun to catch them than to hold them.
This is our biggest, fattest chicken Lucy.
He’s the best chicken catcher since Adeline.
Some at home face ‘painting’.
Some day indoor swimming will be an Olympic sport, and Meg will sweep it, until then…
couch diving will have to suffice.
Spencer turned two.
And Grandma brought him a ‘tac-tor’.
Which if you ask Spencer, anything large, noisy or otherwise unidentifiable, is a ‘tac-tor’.
First ever at home outdoor Easter egg hunt.
And, of course, some new baby chicks.
Spencer sneaks onto the table, grabs a chick, and puts it on his lap.
Other than that, I’ve been:
listening to Adeline read and Elizabeth play the piano
Meg crying and Spencer talking
sitting on the porch swing reading
planting my garden
waiting for the grass to grow
cleaning the house
fighting the ants
inwardly vomiting as Bryce tells me about another dead rat
pruning my trees
watching the flowers grow
receiving dandelion bouquets
drawing closer to age 30
hosting friends and sisters
thinking about digging a fire pit
and occasionally napping.