Spring Sunset

Easter

Our Easter plans were pretty loosey goosey, considering all the sicknesses we've been fighting, and we didn't know whether we were going to even be able to leave the house.  Luckily, all fevers were gone, and we were able to swing an Easter egg hunt, lunch, and egg decorating at Grandma and Grandpa's house.

Ibuprofen

Who has a fever?  This kid?  It's amazing how some ibuprofen can take a screaming, crying, uncomfortable, feverish kid, and turn him into...normal, happy, silly, goofy Logan.

This damn fever has been at our house for 11 days now, and at Day 10, Logan became its latest victim.  I was at home today recovering from my own fever, and Logan just wanted to play. Here, he was making an ice cream cone with his Magna-Tiles.

His medicine wore off awhile later, but for the moment he was just Logan.

Pocket Treasures

Owen is a collector.  Rocks, sticks, leaves...anything he finds on the ground is a treasure.  He has a treasure box for his collections, but most of it doesn't ever make it there, and instead ends up in the pockets of his jeans.  He hasn't quite mastered the idea of emptying his pockets before throwing his clothes in the laundry basket, so it's a miracle our washing machine isn't already broken, considering what I find in the bottom of it after I wash a load of laundry.  These are all of Owen's treasures that I've collected from the bottom of the washing machine in just the past few weeks.

Blanket Fort

Blanket fort version 1: constructed completely by Owen, with room for one.
Blanket fort version 2: modified (with a little help from me) to make room for little bro.

Sunday Morning

Owen

A Stay-Home St. Patrick's Day Weekend

This is not what we had planned.

Owen's fever came on strong Friday night, and instead of Dublin's St. Patrick's Day parade and festival, it was a dreary, rainy weekend of rest-- TV, movies, iPad, and a Sunday morning trip to the pediatrician-- with Owen parked in his sleeping bag on the floor for a significant chunk of the time.  I know he was disappointed to miss the fun and festivities, but when you have a fever of 104, you don't feel like doing much anyway.  We skipped our traditional green pancakes, but Logan and I still watched the 5K  runners do their thing in the rain.

Did I mention it rained the whole weekend?  Determined to acquire our 2016 souvenir mug to add to our collection, I snuck out to the festival for a few minutes, and it was a ghost town; definitely the opposite of last year when it was sunny and HOT.  I downed a corn dog and a Guinness, watched the Irish dancers in peace with no kids telling me, "Let's goooooo!", and then I went home.

Two Balloons and a Sugar Rush

The aftermath of a birthday party-- two boys, each with his own sugar high, running through the neighborhood with their birthday balloons tied around their wrists, and loving every second of it.