It's Spring ... Somewhere

But not here. *sigh*

Here are some pictures of the kids from our weekend in the Dells (also Easter weekend), a trip to a farm for lambing, and some shots from around the house.

Foot Fault

Reinjured foot. Can't run.
Half marathon likely out.
Disappointed, sad.

Grrrr

Owen: Daddy, Lenny (a toy shark) is quite a ... what is it you call me again?
Matt: A character?
Owen: Oh yeah. A character. Lenny is quite a character.

That Girl

It's slightly out of focus, but I love it anyway. Something about this picture just captures her. So if you're wondering what kind of baby Girlie is, she is this kind of baby. I don't know how else to say it.

Gratitudes

Inspired by my friend Kathy, I am going to list a few good things in my life:

I have two happy children, one of whom resembles Matt and one who takes after me.

I have wonderful friends here in Madison and others scattered throughout the country.

I've gotten to see my niece Meredith three times (how I wish it were more, and I need to play catch-up with nephew Mason).

My husband tolerates me even when the rest of the world finds me intolerable.

I have good running shoes to help me in my quest to run a half marathon.

I have a six pack of Spotted Cow in my refrigerator.

We are in the early stages of planning a European vacation for our tenth anniversary made possible in part by a tax refund (Grazie, Audrey!). It might not happen, but the dreaming and planning can be pleasures in themselves.

I have no fillings.

I have a daughter, so I can look forward to Girlscouting.

I get paid to write.

I am going to a waterpark resort this weekend. It's Owen's birthday present from Grandma Gwen and Grandpa Gene, but we waited until Audrey was old enough to enjoy, too.

Easter candy.

50-Yard Rash

In other news, Audrey is allergic to penicillin-based antibiotics. We discovered it while treating her for a nasty ear infection. She was pink head-to-toe with little red pin-pricks all over her. She's rash-free now. Despite the ear infection and the horrific rash, she never complained. I swear she is the most easy-going little baby in the world. And as much complaining as I do about Wisconsin, I'll never complain about my little flower and my little boo. They are my sunshine.