Millie's been requesting knobbies in her hair for a while, and on Easter Saturday, I agreed. When I was finished, she said she looked like a triceratops.
So she did, and when the other triceratops in the room saw her antics, they followed suit.
Paleontologists SAY they were hervibores, but they've never seen one alive, now, have they?
All I know is that I barely escaped with my life.
He is risen! We mark the single most important moment of human history in small ways.
With pork. We celebrated with bacon for breakfast.
With curly hair. On the long drive to church, I uncoiled the knobbies. Annika's really made me laugh. She looked like a clock with all its springs un-sprung.
With bright dresses. I only have two rotten snapshots to offer of the girls in their Easter finery.
At church:
Upon arrival home, after Annika had removed her hairbands in order to pose as a Fraggle:
As humble as these observances are, we perform them with joy. Our Lord is King!
John had to work on Easter afternoon, so we arrived home to ham in the crockpot. Yessirree! CROCKPOT HAM! It surprised us by being delicious, and I've thoughtfully placed the recipe on buildabelly so Mr. Newman can prepare it for his family next year. (You can thank me later, Rebecca.)
Basket-hunting was delayed until after the feast. Susannah, still with ringlets, gamely searched all over the yard for her basket. She's horrible at this sort of hunt. We finally told her it was on the porch, and she still couldn't find it.
We even prompted, "Look UP! Your basket is ABOVE you!" She still had no luck. Finally Annie showed it to her, and she was as delighted as if she'd...(interjection--Millie's been reading this as I type, and where the dots are, she shouted, "Shot a whole HERD of bears!!!"). So, yes, she was as delighted as if she'd shot a whole herd of bears. (Millie again: "OR antelope.")
Annie sought her own basket and eventually found it, with much triumph.
Poor Millie just couldn't find hers, but not for lack of trying. The funny thing is that she walked right past it while Annie shouted and pointed at it (see her arm above?)
The telescope didn't even seem to help.
As John was getting in the car to leave for work, he gave her a hint, "It wasn't an Easter Bunny who hid your basket; it was an Easter Squirrel." She immediately burst into laughter and ran toward the tree...
only to climb up the ladder and discover that she was too short to reach the basket.
So the Easter Squirrel scampered up to retrieve it for her and to take a picture. She's lame like that.
Last year, I exhaustively chronicled the egg coloring process. (Remember the redundant color, the nekkid Bird, the resulting eggs?) Plus, there were MORE! Don't worry; this year, I came to my senses. Here are four boring pictures of the whole shebang.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
The crazy thing is that the girls had JUST AS MUCH FUN THIS YEAR. Funny thing, that...
And that's all you need to know. (Credit to Sarah O. for finding amazing things.)
Much, much more...
The weekend of Palm Sunday, John's family came to visit us. As usual, we loved having them here and were sorry to see them go. I have three pictures. THREE!!!!
I should be put in the stocks.
They went with us to a puppet show at the Discovery Center.
See! There they are behind Susannah's lovably large head.
On the night of Dude's birthday, THEY treated US to dinner. (I know! It makes no sense!)
Susannah fell asleep on my lap, and her profile made me laugh.
We love you, Owen family! Here's to next time!
Savor the last thirty minutes of this glorious day, with my blessings.
(It's going to be a good year.)
1 Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed?2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
8 He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.
9 And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
10 Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in his hand.
11 He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.
12 Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.
Lord willing, we will be moving by May 1st. Our plan is to move into a tent (after building a loveable loo!) while the septic and well-drilling for our car-home commences. This morning, something else appeared out of the blue, a newish could-be, but it's still a dim shape on the horizon. We'll see if it moves closer.
My mom-in-law and Dude will be here any minute. Hurrah!
I should be writing Millie's third quarter report. I really, really should be. Boo!
I'm writing a blog post instead. Dummy!
I have a few recipes to plump you up, but you'll have to wait. (Do I hear faint cheers?)
Hope all's well!
Your Very Own Time-Waster,
Boo Dummy Hurrah
p.s. I've started using Flickr to upload some of my pictures because it allows for a larger size. Is this better for you, the reader? Does it bother you? Let me know because I live to serve.
Before Annie's birthday arrived, I took five snapshots in twelve days. Then, true to form, I took one billion in two days.
Before moving on to the one billion, here are the five, in the order in which I took them, and with appropriately dull commentary.
SNAPSHOTS ONE AND TWO: They Tasted Delicious
Millie helped me make dough for bread bowls. I left the kitchen after she'd mixed the dough and had begun kneading it. I returned five minutes later to discover this masterpiece.
Dough Hen with Eggs.
Give the artist one more minute, and the Dough Hen becomes a Setting Hen.
(Rebecca- it's no coincidence that this happened the day after we visited your house.)
SNAPSHOTS THREE AND FOUR: Wives, Obey Your Husbands...ALWAYS!
I stuffed the van (and I do mean stuffed) with the girls' winter clothing and my too-big clothing and with the girls and with myself. Then, we drove to my brother's barn to deposit them until colder weather returns. This was not a problem.
The problem was not that John told me to make sure I put the newly repaired tire back in the van before we left. The problem also was not my replying that I would do so.
No, the problem arose, strangely enough, when I decided to leave without the tire.
See that problem?
My dad tells me that blow-outs are nearly unheard of in these days of new-fangled tires. (Not when you disregard your husband, they're not!)
The girls were about as distressed by the blowout as they were by the flat we had not two weeks earlier.
SNAPSHOT THE FIFTH: Let's Plant Some Trees
A sure sign of spring-- box elder bugs crawling on the computer screen. In seriousness, John said we should plant trees to attract them because he'll miss them. Endearing, little bugs...
Now onto the billion!
