Mother's Day

This morning I was given the gift of this poem, written by my daughter, age 9:
My Mother

My mother is like many special things,
Like butterfly kisses and ladybug wings,
Spirally seashells and birdsongs galore
None of these things you can buy at the store.

Combine all these treasures for a gift like no other
And place on the head as a crown
For my mother

Some Pictures for the Ones I Love

When I stated blogging I thought I would just keep people I didn't see on a regular basis updated on the changes in the kiddos' lives. The Boy was still a baby and The Girl was just starting Kindergarten. Now I am the mother of a VERY ACTIVE 3 year old and a near graduate of Third Grade.

I don't have a lot to say on a daily basis about this because I guess we are just busy living our lives and trying to stay afloat.

However, I also realize that there are those who are near and dear in heart but faaaaar away mile wise who don't get to see this daily fun.

SO here are some pictures for them. We love you!

Spring Break 2012 Day One

I have been educated in the way of the agenda. Apparently, things go better when you plan ahead (who knew?!). I had big plans for The Girl and her Spring Break. But thanks to stupid gas prices and money in general, we opted for a "Staycation." This is just a fancy way of saying "we are finding cheap stuff to do around here."

However, I wasn't leaving this to endless questions of "what are we doing today, this week, this hour" so I posted a list of what we were going to do this week and so far, so good.

Day one was a visit to the Zoo. Thankfully free thanks to our Zoo Membership. Oh, except for the snacks I got talked into since they were STARVING after walking SO FAR (emphasis theirs, not mine).

I'll keep you posted on the rest of our week! Of course today The Boy has been up since 7 am so let's all pray for the addition of NAP to the agenda today...

Potty

It's like a light bulb of potty understanding came on in his little three year old head.

After wondering if he would ever try...and spending several days running around naked (him, not us) he marched himself right in the bathroom and went potty.

Who knew?