Quote of the Day

Henry: Happy DIRTday to you, happy DIRTday to you, happy DIRTday dear Dolly, happy DIRTday too you.

Emphasis on the "dirt". He is pretty much on key though.

In the Big Bed and Potty Trained

Henry has, for the past several days, been sleeping in a twin bed. He has had a few middle of the night wake ups and a few running out of the room while trying to fall asleep giggles but generally has done really well.



And, Eleanor is completely out of diapers. Hooray!

The Garden is Growing

Well, the garden is managing to grow a little bit. Hooray! We have some potatoes planted in the garden and also some planted in an old kids bathtub -- an idea we got from the fantastic book Roots, Shoots, Buckets and Boots by Sharon Lovejoy. Also, from the same book we planted a Sunflower House, which will hopefully be a place where the kids can hide out while I putz around in the garden. We also have some peas (shelling and snow), which are sprouting nicely. We have a nice patch of mesclun lettuces (growing well) and some arugula (slow starting). Hopefully, we will also have some tomatoes, beans, peppers, and who knows what else...

Anyway, here are a few pictures.

The potatoes:



The lettuce:



Where the Sunflower House will be (hopefully!):



And, Henry calling, "Are you worms?" [Where are you worms?]

Easter Eggs!

Anna, Sarah and Charlie came over to dye Easter eggs this morning. We had a fantastic and messy time.



The whole kitchen smelled like hard boiled eggs, which (I never realized before) totally reminds me of Easter. We spent about an hour prepping for the dying -- boiling eggs, mixing those little tablets with vinegar, setting out stickers, crayons and other accessories -- all for about 3 whole minutes of dying.



The kids were grabbing eggs and throwing them (literally) in the cups just as fast as their little hands could move.



So, we ended up with 18, mostly cracked, beautifully vibrant Easter eggs for the Bunny to hid on Sunday morning. Oh, and Eleanor ate about three, Henry and Anna each peeled one and tossed them around like little balls, so maybe it is only 12 eggs for the Bunny to hide!

Forgetful

I am losing it. For some very specific reason, I took this picture of Eleanor pointing at something that she drew. I remember doing it. I remember her telling me what it was. But for some reason, I cannot remember what she said it was.

Quote of the Day

I forgot one of Henry's expressions the other day and was reminded of it today when we were at the book store.

Henry: Upping!

The escalator at the book store was going up, or "upping". He also frequently uses "downing" for anything or anyone going down. Pretty clever.