For some reason, blogger wouldn't let me load any pictures, so I gave up on blogging for a while. Because let's be honest, most of what I blog are pictures. I'm lost without them. But here we are, working once again, so I will make up for the picture deprivation.
Right after Christmas, we made our annual pilgrimage to the orange orchard. We love eating fresh oranges for a month afterward, and just wish there was a way to preserve their deliciousness. Marmalade, I guess? We are really going to miss that when we move (although I think we will find ample comfort in the peaches, peas, cherries, raspberries, tomatoes, etc that Utah provides).
Sam turned three, and we celebrated by going to his favorite park - one dedicated entirely to trains. It has two trains to ride on, a model train museum, a real Pullman car to walk through, plus a great playground, carousel, and green space. A little boys heaven. Of course, his gifts added to his train collection and now his tracks and engines have taken over my house. I have developed significant track-building experience and am well versed in the Thomas and Friends universe. I'm sure that looks good on a resume, right? Sam is impressed at least. He's always talking about the next train that he wants to "pay." Morgan has gotten caught up too, and now has a few of the girl trains. It's a trap, I tell you.
This little darling is the joy of our life. Sam started calling her "Tatie Love" and now we all do.
This one suddenly is not a little girl anymore - growing her bangs out, preparing for kindergarten, and no longer fitting in children's clothing - and we are struggling to find a balance. More responsibility, and more privileges, while still remembering that she's only 5 years old. Sometimes she is so intelligent and helpful and mature, and then she stomps her foot and throws a tantrum worthy of a 2-year-old. She is a people-lover, craves attention, and has more drama than TNT. I have a feeling she will be very interesting but never easy.
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