Phone dump Friday...on a Saturday night

Because even though I REALLY want to do better at recording our crazy lives, I'm still sucking at it. :-)

This baby loves him some bubbles!

It only took {almost} two years, but he finally has his name on his wall! {it's hanging now, too!}

G played hooky one day at the beginning of April so we could spend the day in dc at the museum of natural history before the dinosaur exhibit closed for 5 years. 

After the museum and a picnic on the mall, we stopped by daddy's work and played a little dress up . . .

. . .did a little partition jumping . . . 

 

. . . And then even convinced Daddy to come home with us!

And because I was determined to get it done before he was 2, Es mommy-made blanket is finally done. The big boys' are crocheted, but I'd found a jelly roll on sale so decided to try my hand a quilting. A quilter I am not although I do love the outcome.  

We went to the park for our weekly play/sanity date and took a walk. This happened:

And then we rode home like this:

We celebrated our non-Hispanic heritage with a lovely little concoction:

We've "helped" daddy clean the van,

played some ball under the lights like the big kids,

We've taken some selfies,

and done some pants-less dancing.  With rain boots, of course. 

We've started living in the backyard again and even had a couple days it was too hot to do anything but play in water:

We've read books and shared our "mulk" with the babies:

We went to dinner with Uncle Allan and are crab cakes:

We still model our ski helmets,

talked to cows,

grew moustaches,

played with friends,

blew bubbles,

were threatened not to teach E new tricks,

broke out Christmas presents,

and have been quite distraught because yesterday "eh-mo....ba-oon.....ky". 

In case you don't speak 2, that translates into "the Elmo balloon aunt Shannon got me for my birthday flew up in the sky because I carried it outside and let go."

Life lesson 1, in the books.