Zada's "birthday" outfit

Zada wore what was to be her Easter outfit for her birthday dinner, which is fitting since this was to be Eme's cardigan but it fits Zada instead. We birthday-swear to take good care of it!

In our efforts to keep the kids busy while the moving team wreaks havoc on our house, we made a last stop at the nearby farm and fed the animals. Next up are the post office, shopping, lunch and naps at the hotel.

If it is any indication of how our day is going, I wasn't even surprised to find this mitten at the bottom of the dishwater. Actually I was glad I didn't run the garage disposal. Thank God for small miracles (and really clean mittens).

Look Mom, Kasey Kahne!

Subliminal messaging can work, as evidenced by this photograph of Zada pointing to "her driver" Kasey Kahne, whose name Aunt Naomi has been whispering in her ear since birth. Darby is going his own way by choosing Kyle Busch as his NASCAR driver, though we all suspect it has more to do with him driving the yellow M&Ms car than with his renegade driving style.

Back in the saddle

In spite of the snow that is still falling here, we have resumed our family's regularly scheduled programming. Zada went to school and her new favorite thing, lunch bunch, and Darby and I attended our gym class at the Y.

I'm thinking of sending out a spring photo of the kids, but probably not this one.

Ms. Fix-it rides again

Sometime in the 1980s, my dad was the instructor for the Ms. Fix-it Girl Scout badge, most memorably showing our troop how to conduct minor toilet repair, something I've used time and again.
Today I put that fix-it mindset to work on our vacuum and held an impromptu teaching session of my own.

A case of the Mondays

When your day starts with this,

and this,

who knows what is coming next? The snow will melt, no need to fire up the thrower, the rain will stop, hopefully before I put out a life-size pile of cardboard boxes for tomorrow's recycling; but the big question is, was it something she ate or is it perhaps something catchy? Let's all hope it was the all-barf, I mean, all-beef hot dogs. As for us, we are keeping the hand sanitizer close and the ice cream buckets closer. Ew.