Every year a bird lays its eggs in our driveway rocks. It is really aggressive and protective. It is fun to watch it's tatices but we feel bad when we bug it to much.
Daffodils, tulips, poppies, flowering cherry and Ron.
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Eliza is champ at washing the dishes. She really enjoys the time and I am glad that the dishes get rinsed and I know where she is.
Kolob is so fun and different. We had a picnic and egg hunt. We went on a fun hike and saw an owl. I enjoyed seeing cousins and letting the kids roam around a bit. It has been a good change but still preserves the spirit of the celebration. The place is improtant, but more important is the people and time. I love Easter!
We got Kelly a deep freeze to go hand in hand with the smoker he got for Christmas. It really has been a delicious several months. Kelly is the best! God only know what i'd be without him.
With all of Margaret's talk about party preparations, Eliza wanted to through one of her own. She has a darling little tea party where she set the table and served all her little girly friends. It was so so so cute!
The day March arrived Margaret started to plan this party. I am so glad we have a wonderful planner. She thought about who she would invite and thought about where she wanted her friends to sit. she knew what she wanted to serve, pizza and rootbeer! She designed the invitations and picked the colors. She really put her heart into this party. And it really showed. They had such a nice time. and we love love our 7 year old!
This girls is growing fast. She is sitting up. Eating all sorts of food. She had her first ride in a park swing and loved loved it! She is a calming presence. It is easy to be her mom. Our family is so so blessed.
For "Come Follow Me" we often act out sceens from the Saviors life. Then we watch them!
Butterflies are known for their unusual life cycle that includes a spectacular metamorphosis from caterpillar to a colorful winged adult. They have an erratic yet graceful flight pattern that attracts attention when they pass. The Ancient Greek word for butterfly is psȳchē, which means soul. I particularly admire their symmetry and kaleidoscope of colors.