This month is FULL. And we're not even a third of the way through!
So many good things to come, mixed with a few of those nights when I whine in the dark about how unmanageable life feels.
We can sleep when we're dead.
All of that, right?
Here's what we've been up to so far:
When it's feeling cooperative, we go to the park or take a walk.
These are the days when I think dumb things like, "We'll take long walks every dayyyyy!"
And then June hits and we're all, "Meh. It's cooler inside."
(oh my word don't show this to any kid grade 4 or above at Chamberlain elementary school, promise?)
We walked right past all the chain link and random carpet remnants in the alley (??? I thought alleys were just for old tires, but whatever.) and showed up for Easter Sunday, where nothing mattered except the hearts who gathered and the Reason we came.
For all the angst I've felt over The Church over my lifetime, my heart is healing, bit by bit.
I don't think she even knew "Easter dress" was a thing.
In related news, I have bought umpteen egg dyeing kits over the years with the noblest of intentions and my kids have NEVER dyed eggs.
It's not you, Easter. It's me.
We hunted eggs. More than once.
Yesterday I let each kid pick 10 pieces of candy to keep, then threw an entire grocery bag FULL away.
Ain't no bunny trying to eat fifty-five Laffy Taffy's.
(I hoarded the Reese's PB eggs in the freezer, but if you tell them, I will kick you in both shins.)
And I'm just over the turtle. I lack turtle empathy. I didn't get the turtle gene.
Enough about the turtle!
She is the dreamiest of all the dreamies. Her heart is pure gold.
I can't stop staring at it.
So that's us, April 2.015.3
Now I'm making up weird codes that only seemed funny and clever in theory.
*Photo credit for all photos except one goes to the famous Jailchap.