Sure Signs of Spring. . .

. . .finally.

I can't get enough of the sweet smells and the barely buds on the trees in my backyard. It has been so fun to see things come to life. I think I have personally willed the green right out of the trees. Never have I been so anxious for spring. Every day I would walk outside in search of signs, even in the snow, and now that it has begun, it can't grow fast enough. Isn't it amazing that the plants and the grass just know that it's time to grow? What a miracle of life. So glad it's finally here.



Isn't there something magical about sprinklers?




This is Brooks' "happy face" as evidenced by the mix of dirt and chocolate around his chin.

By the way, are any of you familiar with the song "Wick" from Secret Garden? That is what's playing through my head right now as it write this post. If not, check it out on iTunes. I can't think of a more appropriate song for the season.

Did I Mention I Was Mooned?

One recent Sunday afternoon, I was driving on the interstate enjoying a conversation with my younger brother, when I was shocked to see a ginormous bottom sticking out the window of the car next to me.

Maybe an innocent High School prank,? I think not, I nearly drove off the road and something about the bottom seemed a little beyond those years. I was horrified and completely disgusted, literally sick to my stomach! Do kids still do that? I thought the world had moved way beyond mooning. So now that you all know what gets my goat, I hate to think of what's next?

My advice: keep those bottoms in their pants, where they belong!

Sorry no pics to accompany this post.

What Is He Watching?

Certainly captivating! Action packed perhaps. . .










Well, it's non other than the Barefoot Contessa herself and mom couldn't be prouder. Other than tractors or Mermaid, it's "cook-it" or BC. So in tribute to the amazing Ina Garten, here are a couple of recipes Brooks thought looked great and I think so too.

Enjoy!
http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/show_ig/episode/0,1976,FOOD_9971_48009,00.html

Can You Dig It?

Well March came and went and I have no idea how it flew quite so fast, but we definitely kept busy, which certainly aided things along.

We had so much fun this past month. Two Grandpa's birthday (on the very same day.) Quite a few home projects. Easter. A lucheon with our friends from P-town and a sleepover with some of our most cherished people. Two dismal NCAA brackets. And we are still watching every tractor in town. Not to mention using every shovel in site. So here is a recap of the month that was March.

The Easter Egg Hunt.



The best family picture we could muster.


Our Easter prom.



Uhhh...Robin Eggs!


A few fun days with some favorite friends.


Brooks is growing up so fast. He is talking like crazy and I laugh so hard at him. He has grown into a such fun little friend. At lunch the other day, a lady nearby bent over to grab her purse. With her back to us, Brooks looked at me with big eyes, pointed to the ladies behind, and luckily, whispered, "bottom." He is curious as ever and very persistant, and we love him more and more every day.








As I think back on the last little while, I am reminded of the all fun we had and for some reason I can't stop thinking of all of our blessings. I am so happy to be feeling settled in our little house. And I am especially grateful for the blessing of my sweet family. I couldn't be happier and I certainly won't take that for granted.

Our New Hobby

So the other night Bryan and Brooks went downstairs to play with the trains or cars or other toys in the basement. After a while, I was surprised by the amount of time they had been down there and how quiet things were in the house. I went down to check in on my two boys.

It was darling to see Brooks sitting on his dad's lap completely enamored with whatever he was watching on the computer screen. Bry had brought up a bunch of videos on Youtube that were full of tractors 'getting the dirt.' Brooks loves it and it has become a staple every evening at our hosue. Not so much during the day, must be a male-bonding thing. Brooks asks me to leave the room most of the time. Anyway, here is a sneak peek for those of you, or your little ones that might be interested. Nearly hours of entertainment.



Ok, but last night, best of all, while searching for more backhoe video, Bry came across this one. We had put this on you tube for our families to see and I had completely forgotten. What a fun surprise. This is Brooks 1 1/2 years ago. I can't believe how time flies. Maybe this will bring a chuckle. Sure did for us.



We are off to enjoy the sunshine! Love to you all.

What a Day for a Daydream

Seems I am dreaming about lots of things these days. Dreaming of a warm place, alone with my husband, a new kitchen table, being settled and having everything in its place and dreaming of Spring to show it's beauty sooner than later. Maybe I am also dreaming of a few skirts, shorts and white pants. Did I mentions some cute flats? Anyway, enough dreaming. Back to reality, American Idol, that is. Have you guys seen this guy? I love him, a little Jack Johnson-ish. He's cute . . . I like.



Enjoy a little daydreaming on me. Love you all.

Oh My Sweet Brooksy!

The move has been an adventure, to say the least. But a good adventure at that. I just can't wait to feel completely settled. It seems like there is an issue setting up nearly every utility and unfortunately, electronice equipment. But, despite the minor set-backs, our little Brooks has run around seemingly unharmed, until bedtime, that is. He started climbing out of the pack and play at my moms. Well, I just couldn't wait to get him in his crib, sure to have him trapped. However, much to my shagrin, he climed out of that as well.

Hesitantly, we took the bar off the crib, and he is sleeping in a pretty big boy bed right now. I couldn't figure out why I was so hesitant to do this, but after it happened, I realized how sad I was that he wasn't in a crib anymore. He's no longer my little baby. I cried.

I should have been crying for other reasons, not so sentimental. After hours holding the door closed and countless escapes we got a child lock for the inside of his door and he is making great strides. For two nights in a row he fell asleep in his bed, instead of the alternative.

I have learned an important lesson through all of this. Though he is seemingly fine and, I know, so resilliant, he has definitely been affected by the move. He misses the only home he's known. We quickly took him from his home, his room, and his favorite friends, which must have been so confusing. He just keeps asking when we are going to the 'hairport.'

But despite the changes, he is a happy boy. He runs around here like he owns the place and he loves seeing family and meeting new friends. He gets really excited to go to his 'news house.' I think his most favorite thing has been the overabundance of snowblowers on the street. He loves making snow angels and helping me shovel. And he loves to run up the sidewalk to the porch. He has yet to walk.

I look forward to the memories to be make on Kensington, and can't wait to see what Brooks has in store for us here on the Avenue.