Spring Fever?

I love spring. I love spring. If you have ever read Toot and Puddle, then you will understand what I mean when I say that spring makes me feel like Puddle (i.e., I want to be home all the time), while winter makes me feel like Toot (in other words, I want to get the heck out of Dodge!)

Here in our urban paradise, things are just bursting with spring-y-ness. We found a fist size bundle of frog eggs in the pond. (Yippee, we didn't kill everything in the pond over winter!) Within days of noticing the treasure, the little tadpoles broke free and are busy dodging hungry goldfish and koi. Watch out, little guys!




Vivi discovered the joy of putting food on her head. That's always funny. Zachary picniced with Gabby out on the lawn -- always fun, too! We've had many trips to soak at the fountain park... and countless other springtime activities. So many, we are worn out by mid-afternoon. And we love that about spring, too!

Spring Break!

We had lots and lots of fun play dates planned for the week of spring break, starting with a date with Zach's gal pal, Soli. They have been a couple since his days in the preprimary class. Sure, Zach has moved into the older class now, but it doesn't stop this lovesick couple from finding a moment to clasp hands and giggle nearly every day! Even on spring break...

Early in the week, Vivi came down with the flu and an ear infection, so our plans had to be re-evaluated. A quick trip to the doctor after a record household high temp of 104, and she was on Tamiflu, the miracle drug. Within 12 hours, she was back to her normal self. We gave her the requisite rest, and were off to more adventures where she could rest comfortably in the stroller. Like the RODEO!


God bless Texas, it was a phenomenally fun affair. Not too many folks, plenty of healthy livestock to pet, and the rides... Zach is still talking about the helicopter he flew. Because it was just the 3 of us, I stayed with Viv while he braved the rides solo -- you should have seen him clinging to the black carosel horse for dear life. Apparently the carosel spins at warp speeds, but our boy accepted the challenge with a stiff upper lip; til the ride stopped.