Snow and "Princess Day"

Yesterday was April 29th. 

We woke up to snow. 

It snowed past noon. 

In honor of the Royal Wedding, we dubbed yesterday "Princess Day." (Yes, I realize Kate isn't technically a princess.)

The boys played outside most of the day. I spent several broken hours attempting to watch the wedding. The ground became so nasty from the slushy snow that the house needed a thorough wipe-down every time the boys came inside. When they found out William was prince/soldier with a real sword, they lingered and watched the wedding with me. Even Brock was fascinated.

Libby played with toys and snuggled on my lap. She couldn't care less about the festivities. I didn't think I would care about the wedding, either. As the day grew closer, my curiosity piqued. So I recorded the special edition of the Today Show... just in case. 

When I flipped it on, I was riveted. There was something magical about watching the crowds roar as the royals drove down the flag-covered streets. Kate looked beautiful. The ceremony was lovely.

 

My favorite part? The page boys. Didn't they look beyond adorable in their miniature uniforms?

 

Easter 2011

We had a fun time yesterday.

The Easter Bunny sent the kids on an egg trail to find their baskets.

 Then they dyed eggs...

 ...and ate their weight in candy.

 Later on, Clarke, Charlotte, and Brock came over for an egg hunt.

We ate an early dinner, hung out, and buzzed on sugar.

Transition

Libby has officially been a toddler for months. She does many toddler-like things (walking, beginning to talk, acting sassy), but she is still a baby to us. Not only is she the baby in the family, she still looks like a baby. 

But now, it's happening...

 Every now and then, I glance at Libby and see a toddler. Those moments come more frequently than they did even a week ago. In time, they will take over, and the baby moments will fade into a memory.

I love watching our children grow, learn, and progress. Even so, these transitions tug at my heart strings.

Perhaps this is why-- after packing away another 6-9 month shirt (yes, she's that little)-- I indulge Libby's preference for bottles. After all, she can't look like anything but a baby when she holds a bottle.

Sweet dreams

Shortly before Travis turned two, he began a new morning tradition. The messy-haired boy stumbles out of bed to the nearest parent and rattles on incoherently for several minutes. His emphatic tone tells us that he knows exactly what he is saying, even if it makes no sense to the rest of us. Then he smiles and walks away.

Through our adoring chuckles, we wondered what his gibberish meant. We recently discovered that Travis is sharing his dreams.

These days, his mumbles transition to understandable thoughts as he awakens from his fuzzy state of mind. The other morning went like this:

"Blidadiramadobitaminhkjhawehakdawaasnmdbmqweoqwehfbsfawegyadas snow? It's in the snow! Did you help the baby in the snow?"

He just keeps getting cuter. How is this possible?

R.I.P.

Molly-- our orange tabby-- was hit by a car today. 

The younger kids didn't understand. Jamin thought about it for a moment. True to his sweet spirit, he said, "When Molly is resurrected, I'm going to make her a get-well card."

We'll miss that little kitty.

"When I was your age..."

Travis is now two-and-a-half. That's how old Jamin was when Travis was born.

 Libby is now 16 months old, the same age Travis was when Libby was born.

 Weird.

Icebergs

Spring soccer began a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, spring is nowhere to be found in Boise.

 

Jamin: My hands feel like icebergs!

The coaches must have echoed his sentiments because they canceled the game halfway through. 

(I'm sure Jamin's running around in circles with his beanie pulled over his eyes had nothing to do with it.)