So I guess a whole lot actually happened while I was sleeping/hibernating. First, after umpteen years and just one too many falls from the bed, or Bean stepping on her for the third time, the Old Girl just couldn’t take it anymore. In our modern lives, our computers are kind of like horses were to the old west- personal, and you wouldn’t ride someone else’s horse. Long live the Old Girl. She’s still kicking, but more as a museum piece, now…
We continued our General Conference tradition of breakfast for breakfast, lunch and dinner, much to the collective delight.
I started taking commissions again, and this one went out to the west coast a week or two ago. It feels good to be painting again.
We had Easter, and made some Pysanky eggs. The kids, despite appearances, did not wear their fuzzy ears into church.
Friends visited from out of town and across the nation… I’m along for the ride on some of these dinners- but I sure do know some cool people.
Bean got a heavy bag, and the energy and glee this boy takes in boxing is a kind of stunning. He’s received a lesson in proper punching technique, and I’ve learned how to wrap his hands (YouTube is very handy). He learned how to ride his bike, too- which for kids with sensory stuff, is a massive milestone. But he doesn’t stop moving long enough to get anything but a blur.
All three kids made honor role, and we went out to celebrate with frozen yogurt. This picture makes me silly happy.
We followed this car the other day, and now the kids are obsessed with coming up with a version for us…