Easter morn

This year we had a pretty low-key Easter.

I can tell, because I can't remember much about it.

Here are the baskets:

Let's count them: 1, 2, 3, 4.....5.

It happened. This was the year we stopped doing baskets for each other. We're lame.

Actually...we're tired.

Too tired to comb the children's hair.

Except for Ethan, whose hair is made of steel.

Does that make some of them sad?

Perhaps...but we have basketfuls of solutions.

And the laundry to prove it.

Pendleton farms.

There is this darling little farm that likes to email me all of its goings-on throughout the spring/summer/fall growing seasons.

It really is darling.

It's the kind of life I fantasize about. You know, me and my offspring working the land, by the sweat of our brow.

So wholesome.

So....not happening right now.

So, anyway, this precious little farm likes to email me. It tells me things like: "Come pick peas! You pick 'em, leave us half and you take half home for free!"

This sounds like such a great deal and such a wonderful activity to do with the little girls while the older kids are getting educated. But then you get out there.

And it takes you 45 minutes each way.  And gas is currently 400 dollars a gallon. And you remember that your own peas are going to be ready any day. And then you remember that it takes a long time to pick a basket full of peas with two active little girls, especially when other sucker-moms have gone down that row just before you.

But aren't they cute?

School pictures....round 2

 What is up with the taking of spring school pictures? Where is the blue background? Why is my child in the forest?

And didn't I JUST PAY FOR THESE???

Well. I say no.

I say, I don't care that the fall set is always fancier and comes with ID cards, key chains and personalized stickers.

We are sending them right back to school.

We're no suckers.

But first we'll scan them onto the computer.

Take that, Lifetouch!

Gross

My boys joined an afterschool club that had something to do with animals. I forget the specifics.

I do know that on the last day they came home with "owl pellets". These are NOT pellets that you would feed to an owl.

Apparently owls eat their prey whole and cannot digest the fur and the bones. So they cough those up.

In pellet form.

Then somebody picks those up and puts them in a brown lunch bag and sends them home with my sons for them to take apart on my kitchen table.

YUM.

Those are skulls.

With crazy-huge front teeth.

This is why hand sanitizer is so awesome. And alcohol wipes. And boiling hot water. And soap. And vaccinations. And prayers.