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These pictures are actually a few weeks old, which I wouldn’t necessarily note except that their subject has doubled in age (grace, maturity, wisdom, etc, etc) since then. But we have some catching up to do.
Also: I love baby yawns, especially when accompanied by baby stretches. They project “Golly, what a day! Time to turn in!” when you know full well that a) their day consisted of snacks and naps and b) they have no intention of going to sleep anytime in the near future. Love them.
Spring has been kind to us — we’ve had lots of sunshine and rain, and it hasn’t gotten hot yet. (The rain is especially important: our area is suffering from severe drought, and that’s after the rain! We were just downgraded from the “extreme” drought zone. And yes, between the tornados and the drought, Oklahoma had turned us into severe weather nerds.)
Our garden sure is enjoying the rain — we’re hoping our new plantings get established well enough these wet weeks to last all summer.
(I don’t mean to mislead you as to the extent of said gardens — these two little bouquets pretty much cleared them out. But we had a big storm coming and I didn’t want my gorgeous irises to get pelted by hail!)
Speaking of enjoying the rain…
You may be impressed with Pippo’s Christopher Robin-worthy ensemble, and so should you be. It’s pretty fabulous. The raincoat and hat were a gift from his Aunt Natasha, and the boots are a hand-me-down from friends. (although they’re actually full of holes at this point, which makes them substantially less effective as rain boots. But as I haven’t found replacements for him yet, he keeps wearing them…)
When left on my own to provide rain gear, apparently I come up with something more like this:
And, in all fairness, the sweatshirt was a gift from her basketball-loving uncle. So I can’t even take full credit for that.
In my defense, I have spent all my parenting years living in drought zones. We just don’t have to deal with rain very often — in fact, for the first two years of his life, Pippo thought windshield wipers were nothing but a big joke.
Anyway, they had a blast out there.
One dress, two ways:
Fabulous Easter dress: c/o Aunt Natasha
Sneakers: c/o big brother
Bib: c/o lunch
Sunglasses: c/o birthday goody bag (from last August. We pride ourselves on our good stewardship/hoarding abilities around here.)
Pez dispenser: c/o Easter Bunny
Clearly, Molly and I have a future in fashion blogging.
Not to mention upside-down read-alouds.
It’s been (understandably) rough in the sleep department over here lately — between an unsettled newborn and some uncharacteristically restless sleep from the two bigger ones, we adults have found ourselves descending into zombie territory.
I generally try to get the kids outside as much as I can, but between the rain and the newborn and the zombie brain, that hasn’t always been a possibility. So we’ve been doing a lot of dancing.
(By we, of course, I mean they. Eleanor and I sit on the sofa and cheer them on.)
(I told you I loved baby yawns!)
Molly’s current favorite dance music is the finale of the 1812 Overture, complete with cannons. The first few times she heard it, she burst into terrified tears at each shot of the cannon, but she kept on dancing. After that, she decided that it’s actually awesome (she’s not an artilleryman’s daughter for nothing, I suppose!), and it’s now her top request.
As a result, not only is Nora learning how to sleep with a bit of background noise — she’s snoozing right through the drums, bells, and cannon fire!
I, on the other hand, have Tchaikovsky running through my zombie brain 24/7.