Marcella wanted to get some yoga in during Alaire’s nap time, but someone wasn’t ready for a nap so she decided to join Mama for yoga.

The best Daddy ever! Found on our back patio when I came home from work.

I walked into the bathroom to see how Alaire’s evening bath was progressing and Graham informs me that one of the mermaids is in time out for hitting the other mermaid! Alaire asked the offending Mermaid, “Do you understand why you are in time out,” “Do you understand?” Then she explains that the Mermaid is crying and says “I’m sorry,” to the other mermaid. Then the mermaids played.

Ya wonder how many times a day this scenario plays out a school!

I have sung The Rainbow Connection to Alaire since she was born; on walks, in the car, and at bedtime. Last night, she delighted & surprised me by joining in, knowing the melody and most of the words! Graham captured take 2 of our duet. We sang it again and again, each time she sweetly asked, “More rainbow song please Mommy.” A moment I never want to forget. 

We made it home from Montana and decided to stretch our legs on a quick run, little missy snoozed all adorned in her princess Sophia jewels. She is also in panties after a successful week of potty training. Hope the stroller stays dry during the unplanned nap!

We now have a new fence, but for a few weekends, one of Alaire’s favorite past-times was spying on the neighbors. Not really, she loved to watch our next door doggy, Porter. She also insisted on wearing boots with her shorts. What a raggamuffin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Also, a few shots from Easter – a fun day with the Farnes family & La & Orion.

 

A phenomenon that brings Graham & I endless amusement is the state of Alaire’s unruly, sometimes straight, sometimes curly mob of hair in the morning. This series was from awhile back, but still makes me giggle. I admit, the likely culprit is that after taking out the pigtails or braids at night, we “shake, shake, shake” our heads (then run to the mirror and laugh at the site). I’ll enjoy this while I can; no doubt the day will come when laughing at crazy hair will be a big no-no (I’m imagining the teenage years).

Last Friday evening I decided it was time to reintroduce broccoli. After several attempts with no success, I assumed my broccoli would be appreciated only as an offering to the compost gods.

Then this happened. Graham had run to the store; and knowing he wouldn’t believe me, I smartly grabbed by Smart Phone and captured the precious and rare toddler moment on film.

I consider it one of my better parenting moments. Child eats broccoli. Score mom.

Enjoy!