We rode bikes. We enjoyed the beautiful weather. I took snapshots of my kids. I didn't care that my baby girl wasn't perfectly coordinated. My middle son learned to ride on two wheels. We added a few more memories to the family memory bank.

After a week of setbacks and sickness, it's been nice to stay in and hang with the kids. T-man decided that we didn't have enough to keep track of in this house and introduced two new frogs/toads (there is debate) to our zoo. Logs has been practicing for his upcoming recital and I'm so proud of him for finding something that's *all his* for a change. The littlest Anderson has decided that she enjoys cooking and has become a huge help (not really) in the kitchen. And yes, those are mealworms next to the wine on the counter. Welcome to my home.

[Note: Nobody panic. The blog is not broken. As part of a personal journey/experiment, comments have been disabled. Come hang out if you feel like it, take what you will from the posts, and don't feel obligated to say a single word. I'll certainly post more on this journey later, but let's just say I've come to several realizations about myself...one of those being that I have developed an addiction to communication. Kind of funny coming from someone who majored in Communications, dontcha think? Wait. Don't answer that.]

We've had those alphabet cards since I think my 7-yr-old was a baby. Neither of the boys ever really did much with them but perhaps use them as weapons. But she LOVES them...she could do this all day by herself.

Something else both of these two could do all day is paint. Back when the weather first hit a warm spell (which I think was just a few days after it SNOWED), we dragged out her play table into the yard to let them paint. Gosh it was precious...