The impromptu pipe cleaner bubble wands and bubble solution I made up to lure the kids outside on a day that otherwise saw The Boy curled up feverishly on the couch was perhaps not terribly effective bubble-wise. But they did the job in the get-their-butts-outdoors department.
2012: Apr 8
2012: Apr 7
To be quite honest here, I have completely forgotten what our line is on the Easter Bunny. Does he come traipsing through with baskets full of goodies, leaving egg hiding to the homeowners? Or does he take our pre-decorated eggs and mischievously tuck them into odd corners to make for Easter morning mayhem? I may have fumbled the details a bit as I laid out the rules for Easter morning wake-up to the kids. That was the hard part. The easy part came later, being the hiding of the eggs, which, in some cases, were not very hidden at all.
2012: Apr 6
On my walk home from school I happened upon the skeletal remains of a leaf, it's innards evoking a street map of some weather-worn european metropolis.
2012: Apr 5
Moments after the seventeenth unexpected hailstorm of the season dispensed its last frozen nugget on our deck, the sky cleared up again, making way for glorious toddler-cycling up and down our block.
2012: Apr 4
Some days, the only picture I manage to snap is of a blurry child in an Indiana Jones fedora, trying to pass as a pirate with a tambourine. Some days, that's enough.
2012: Apr 3
We stepped out the door on our morning walk to school in briefest of moments between rain events, and instead of hustling up the hill, heads lowered under our hoods, we were able to idle by our spring-fresh bulbs, discovering their floral-sweet scents that stuck with us even as the sky opened up and started to rain down again.
2012: Apr 2
To complete the post-it wallet project, I needed a couple of stubby pencils. Short of buying a big box of golf pencils or grabbing a couple from The Boy's school library, I have no source for stubby pencils. And I'm pretty much opposed to having a a gross of anything on hand, and also to stealing from schools. Which pretty much leaves subjecting two fresh pencils to that old-school sharpener attached to the banister upstairs (still don't know why it's there, but it's come in handy, so I'll stop asking).