Amazingly, I found myself with one free hour this afternoon. The extra hour might have something to do with a little baby who likes to start the day one full hour before anybody else wants to start their day. Once she detects the first light peeking between the smallest of gaps between the curtain and the window frame, Mariana has a great desire to converse with me. I, on the other hand, have not one inkling of the same desire and I shove my head under the pillow in an attempt to go back to sleep. Sarah is doing an impression of me at 5am.
However, it's spring and that just makes life better. How starved we were for sun! Of course, we had to break out the cliched baby sunglasses and take the requisite photographs.
Isaac is the essence of cool. He even walks with a swagger despite his parents being two liturgical cycles behind. That candle? That's from Advent. I did take it down, but Dave put it back up and I can only interpret this as a genuine move of the Holy Spirit. And that's what I'll tell my neighbours too!
More cool.
Not the greatest photo, but it captures Mariana's joie de vivre. Sort of.
Ben's artwork. We actually had no idea that Ben had an artistic bone in his body until this year when he decided to enter the Legion poster conference. And then, boom - turns out Ben has many artistic bones in his body. This is so characteristic of Ben. He thinks and thinks and thinks and when he finally acts, he produces a masterpiece. Interestingly, this is exactly how he started walking. Not one step until he was 16 months, when he suddenly stood up and walked clear across the room.
Hannah is constantly drawing and her work just keeps improving.
And then there are activities that I probably shouldn't allow, let alone take photos of them. Bad mother, but, fun!!
Check out the sequence of photos. Sometimes our plans fall flat. (Too cute, I just noticed little Mariana in the left foreground.)
Trying to hold on.
Oops, the shirt was too slippery.
And to end: our 100th percentile height daughter with our 50th percentile height daughter.
2 comments:
Heh Elena, Ben and Hannah come by their artistic abilities honestly. Your great grandma Lilyan Thomas, my mum's mother, drew and painted. I have drawn and painted a lot (mostly watercolours) and Matt is a fantastic artist. It's in the genes! So there you go!
And don't ever refer to yourself as a bad mother, because you're most certainly not. The kids are having good honest clean fun! And they're creating memories that will carry them throughout life. Years down the road they'll be commiserating about the silly (and risky) things they did as kids.
Oh my goodness the kitchen-island diving looks like a blast!
I like that Dave resurrected the Hope candle for Easter. I'm sure it has some deep significance of some sort or another.
If it makes you feel any better, we had our Christmas lights up until mom and dad were here, and Dad insisted they come down before Noah's First Communion. And he placed them neatly on the porch, and there they have stayed.
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