blossoming

You know, as my friend Lisa noted in the comments on the last post, I think Harper is pretty artistic. She certainly has the Artistic Temperament, by which I mean that she tends toward the moody and temperamental. We are working on changing that, but I'll be honest that this week has not been stellar. Anyway, I too thought her frog painting was fairly impressive considering she painted it without looking at a picture of a frog. Occasionally when I am painting one of the cards that I paint, I will show her what I am painting and she will paint one too. I painted these cherry blossoms for my friend Merry last week, and I thought Harper's attempt was quite good (and it is going to look really familiar to Swanks and Byrds if I can ever get to the post office and send their long overdue thank-you cards..):
That is a very small flamingo perched on Harper's top branch because she just really liked the pink paint and felt like a flamingo would be drawn to a cherry blossom.

I just said this actual statement to the husband: "I'm having trouble hearing you with my shower cap on." It's so romantic around here sometimes that things start bursting into flame I tell you.

I am decided that I will be permanently dissatisfied with my hair. I got my semi-annual haircut a couple of weeks ago and loved it until I had to wash it and dry it all by myself. Seriously, what kind of voodoo magic do those stylists have with their gigantic brushes and fancy blow-dryers? It looked so glossy and bouncy. Now? Parched straw in a drought. Like something the Joad family might encounter in the Dust Bowl. My hair is a Steinbeck setting.

We've had a pretty busy week. Monday we dyed Easter eggs because that is when all of the cool kids do it. There was lots of excitement then significant letdown when the kids realized that it is just not that fun. You'll note that we used a Puppies and Kittens dye kit because, and maybe there is no actual scripture to back this up,but I mean surely Jesus liked the puppies and kittens. Our eggs were too small for the egg wrapper things and the stickers didn't really stick very well because the dye took too long to dry:


Tuesday we went to the Children's Museum and mostly played outside. I would like for you to behold the almost unbearable cuteness of Helena's tiny feet in her new jelly sandals: (she is actually crouching underneath a little hatchery for baby chicks, which were also unbearably cute but I couldn't get them and the shoes in the shot)

She is getting three teeth at once but has not been the least bit cranky about it. Also, she has been waving without any prompting this week when she sees her friends or says good-bye. And she has made up her own sign for milk that involves both index fingers pointing up into the air and making little circles. AND she is saying Harper's name and it sounds like this "AH-fuhhhh."

And that gets us up to Tuesday and I will have to finish this tomorrow because I am sleepy.