Spring Chickens anyone?

Lucky Us!

Their arrival came to the Post-office just in time for Easter.  

Believe you me, the came in this little tiny box, some-at around ~23~ of them.

Kaia got to go with Tutu to pick them up.  She was Ex-cite-ed!  She held one on her lap the whole car ride home.  And yes, the aftermath left poop on her pants.  

Poor little frightened chick.

I couldn't believe they came in this cargo.  If I was an animal rights activist...

Oh but those kids, they loved it.  And so did I.

Jason did pretty well not to squeeze the insides out of the poor unfortunates 

selected for him to momentarily love.

Note:  They grow F-A-S-T.  And they S-T-I-N-K!

A day at the Farm...

My Parents live on a farm.  We La La La-ve to visit.  For probably the same reasons too:  Free reign, and no worries.  Here are just some of the things we do.

My Mom says every animal there from chicken to dog, eats the cat food.  Well Mother dear, add one more animal to that list.  I ALWAYS find him here...chompin away.

I like to help out with the work where I can.  It gives me something to do...when I want it.

Today we planted a looong row of onions and a looong row of garlic.  About 300 each. 

I know, a lot, but they sell shares in the gardening so we plant a lot for a lot of people.

Today

WE HAD FUN.

BBQ LOVER

Hmm...maybe he was still hungry...

But wait.  There are still fries on his plate.

He just likes the taste of that BBQ sauce!

Sometimes when it's real quiet...

I start the investigation.

No kids in sight. 

 I head for the ever alluring pantry door.

I find it closed...

but I'm not fooled.

Surprise! 

 That is, I surprise them.  

Their actions don't surprise me.

Jason is immediately all smiles while 

Kaia knows what's really in store later.

Little Rascals.

Shopping list:

Powdered Sugar

Granulated Sugar

Broom

Big Chocolate Candy bar -instant relaxer

Self Portrait-tition

The kids:  They like to be like the grown-ups.

Hence the many random pictures I enjoy while browsing the camera database.

These were particularly funny cause she has never taken anything of herself...let alone pose for them. 

She must be watching Auntie Fattie.

A moment in a Mothers life

When one becomes a parent, it's apparent certain events will occur.  

You have but to wonder when and where.

Thursday, February 26th, was one such day for one mother.

Although it looks like a load of hair, the damaging effects weren't as noticeable as the evidence. 

A few "Oh!  How sad that makes me!" and "Oh!  You look like a boy!" hopefully cured the itch to ever snip snip again. 

SunDay's

Most nights I can't wait till my kids go to sleep cause I get to shed the restrictive clothing and don the cozy sweats.  But Sundays... 

                                         IT'S SWEATS ALL DAY!!!

This is the typical scene on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

  A good show, a good cuddle buddy and good comfy clothes.  

Kaia:  "Mom, someone locked the front door."

Me:  "Oh, I did."

Kaia:  "Mom! You're ruining my life and breaking my heart every time you lock the door!"

          ...I know it won't be the last time I ruin her life and break her heart...

No. We didn't disappear...

I think it was this time last year I declared myself ill with "Ihatemyblogitis."  Maybe it's the daunting task of filling everyone in about the holiday season. Maybe all the food eaten over the past few months has caught up with me and I have become very slothful.  Maybe...I really hate my blog. 

At any rate, here follows a long awaited update. 

This year we spent the Christmas Holiday in AZ with the Hoyt's.  We dreamed of warm weather and swimming pools but were glad for the warm jackets and jeans we packed.  While the ground wasn't covered in snow and there was no frosty chill in the air Christmas morn, the occasion rang true to all it has ever been...and more. 

How lucky we were to be with the whole of the Hoyt family. 

 Including everyone's family dog.

Kaia was an Angel for the Nativity...until the cousin playing 

Mary got too tired and jumped out of her position.  Kaia waisted no time

 in picking up the baby doll and sitting herself right down next to 'Joseph.'   

Kaia was convinced her uncle was the real deal.  Jason was convinced he was the real deal too.  A real deal of a strange person with lot's of hair,  while wondering why all the kids were excited about him? 

Christmas morn.  Still trying to wake up.

Yeah us! Our little family.  I like it little...

Here we are at home the night we set up the Holiday Express.   

Always a highlight.

Yeah, we had a happy Christmas.  Yeah, it went by too fast and 

yeah, we can't wait for our tax return. 

Oh Jason!

HOW WE LOVE TO LOOK AT YOU AND LaUGH!

We let his hair just grow and grow.

  While this pic doesn't do justice, 

the hair is one of our most favorite things 

about this white lump of goodness.

He cried and whined a good 5-7 min. while I was doing Kaia's hair.

I kept saying "Come here Jason, what's wrong?"

But he never came...

turns out, STUCK. 

Look closely.  

 Dad says "Oh Jason, did you go pee?"

He only wears my shoes or Kaia's dress-up shoes.

"Don't worry."  I tell Jared. 

Ya.  He's a big boy.

This fit Kaia for 2.5 yrs. 

Ah!  "Where your heart is, there also is your treasure!"

Queen of Disclaimers says...

What makes blogging the hardest?

Downloading them dang pics.