Sunny Days

The temps are in the upper 80's.
The water was maybe in the 60's.
But when you are a kid, it just doesn't matter!



Life is Good!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

You know what today is? This is what we did today to celebrate. . . .

Emma and I conspired and decided to pretend to be leprechauns and make some green eggs for breakfast!
YUMMY

Conner wasn't too sure about the green eggs at first.

Callie begged to have rice krispies instead.
so I had to pinch her for being so unIrish!

Then Daddy came home and had some yummy green eggs and green milk!

We also checked out this site and got a little St. Patrick's Day History.
http://bigidea.com/tv/video_index.aspx?video_id=7

Pray for baby Jonah

way back when

I found these pictures on my mom's computer. I feel like this was soooo long ago.


When did my little babies get so big?

A race against the heat.

I feel like I have to hurry and cram as many outdoor things into our schedule as possible. I just want to soak up all this beautiful weather to try to make it last longer. The heat is coming. I can feel it already. In fact, after going to the zoo on Friday and doing a carwash on Saturday, I have a sunburn!
Here are some funny pictures from the zoo. We were feeding the Lorries when this happened. . . . . . .

Babies don't keep

Song for a Fifth Child.

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton.
Written in 1958 and first published in the Ladies Home Journal

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.