Weekend Amble (and this week’s giveaway winner)
As mentioned in last post, we had quite the family weekend.
Saturday was a change of pace for us. Relaxed. Nowhere we had to go. I like these kind of days. They allow for an intuitive, free-flowing type of structure that I often crave during the weekdays of structure and classes, obligations and meetings.
After a day’s worth of activity, the kids fell asleep in the car on the way home from the park. It took all of two minutes.
I love it when they sleep. Even (or especially) if it is in an upright position.
My sister-in-law Alice, is British.
Is it just me, or do the Brit’s have the upper-hand when it comes to poise and charm? I suppose it has something to do with that distinguished way of pronouncing words like “tea” and “for.”
My kids try to imitate her accent. It makes me laugh to hear a six year old attempt a British accent.
Alice is Mali’s favorite aunt, I think. Alice plays Barbies with her and does her hair.
Here they are, picnic at the park.
Salem creeps, climbs, crawls (but she doesn’t walk consistently, yet.).
Unlike Mali when she was her age, she is not content to observation. She must move. I think she gets that from me.
Here, she peeps through the playground bars, and eyes her brothers (whom adore her).
I have to show you Joseph’s hair. He doesn’t know if he should cut it. I tell him I like it long. And if the JAG thing pans out, he’ll sport a short do soon enough.
I say, wear it long while you can.
Part of the day’s amble, was a hike up and down the crooked and uneven mountain path (was it even a path? I’m not sure), and then through a dry creek bed.
Hyrum’s hair is also long. I don’t mind. Although it may all come off come summer.
I have the impression that our family is like this picture–we hold hands, and then follow dad.
A parade of devoted followers. What more could one person want?
Note to self:
Signs of spring here. See? Winter doesn’t last forever.
While I miss Washington state’s evergreens, Utah, I’ve recognized, has it’s own beauty.
And, to round out the post, a few joys of being a parent:
1) The chance to carry children on your shoulders (or watch your spouse do it). A sliver of time in their life when you can do this.
2) Singing innocent kiddie songs.
We sing the same ABC songs, over and over while in the car (a mini-van, I should mention). Asher insists on listening to his favorite song each time we go anywhere. I know “Kitten Kaboodle” by heart.
I have several recipes that have been patiently awaiting publication, and are now ready to serve up, to you, dear reader :).