Sporting their new matching spring outfits from their surrogate grandma. I really need to learn to sew, but I have too many excellent seamstresses around me to be truly motivated. (Also pictured - suckers from the bishops office, now an expected stop on our way home from church).
Rather than remove the fleece blanket, Sam just unbuttoned for a little ventilation.
After many nights of complaining about Sam's "snoring," I told Morgan to read for awhile. Books and flashlights in bed have become the new routine.
I guess this is why children aren't supposed to operate power tools.
Bowtie boys
After another season of watching Morgan trot after the pack and show more interest in refreshments than soccer, I wasn't surprised when she told me she didn't want to sign up again. Hallelujah. I've decided I have no problem with soccer (after all, Erik and I both played for years), but watching Morgan's complete apathy and lukewarm participation was pretty painful.
The wind started blowing out of the canyon one Saturday night, and it gusted well into the next day. As new homeowners, Erik and I got very little sleep listening to our property being blown away. On Sunday the whole neighborhood turned out and traveled from home to home with power tools, trailers, trucks, and an abundance of neighborly kindness, helping any and all in need. Our 20-year-old roof was pretty hard hit, but thankfully everything else was minor. After seeing enormous pine trees uprooted and long sections of missing fences, we were feeling pretty grateful to be spared. We had been saving up for a new roof anyway, but because of the storm our insurance company paid for it instead! We still can't get over what a blessing that was.
In May our bossy adorable never-stops-talking Kate turned 2 and was pretty delighted with all the attention. Every time we try to teach her how old she is, she rounds it up to 3. She is determined to be as big and privileged as her older siblings.
The little bump and I on our way to the opera.
Kate with her namesake, Aunt Kay, who is finally being allowed some affection from our only child with any stranger danger.
Morgan "graduated" kindergarten and was devastated to leave behind her beloved teacher. We finally crossed our fingers and signed the papers enrolling her in the Chinese immersion program for the fall - something we've been debating and agonizing over for months. Chinese... such a practical language to learn here in Utah... but any language is good for their little brains, and she was already bored in school, so here's hoping.
Coming soon: the adventures of summer, where we balance my desire to keep the kids busy with my unexpected and continuing morning sickness.
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