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"I DID IT!"

He's gotten much better, I'll have you know.

Of course it's a challenge (perspective: this urn is about one foot deep).

Easter egg dying - Lane helped, and we stripped him down, since I didn't want to do THAT laundry. He had great fun and refused to eat a single one. I had egg salad sandwiches A LOT.

"Hey, Momma, I ree ree so love you."

"Well, I guess you're okay too."

Happy Easter smiles - and he has my eyes.

Being very gentle with baby Kale, who was largely unimpressed with us. We'll try harder next time little buddy.

Those of you who have stayed here know that I keep my house on the cool side. We wake up to the heat working hard to make a comeback from the 59 degree nighttime minimum, and one of Blake's favorite things to do is get bundled onto the couch while I make breakfast. I think he's watching Dragon Tales or Clifford.

Potential "Christmas letter" photo. I really have been trying to get few of us that I might make into a collage photo. Or not. Depends on how I feel, so leave me alone!

You're so pushy.

Oops, forgot to set the timer. He's not mad, just wondering what I'm doing. I have an end table, upon which is perched an upside down mop bucket, upon which is perched my Joby tripod with a VERY NICE digital camera mounted to it.

Also, though we are not wearing coats, note the receding snow through the fence and the nasty brown grass. Spring WAS COMING, I was sure of it.

First read through a gift: The Potty Book for Boys. I thought it was hilarious, and now Blake recites it to me, while saying, "When I get potty-trained, I can go to preschool." Five minutes later, he's coming to tell me he's pooped, and he wants to see it.

Laurie, thanks for the book.
Mom, thanks for letting him peek in his diaper.

I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

The view from my back door yesterday morning.

Winter is crushing my soul.