This afternoon, my friend Ladybug came over for sidewalk art, some soccer, and a picnic.

The rest of the weekend was filled with yard work and 'round the house activities while mom buzzed around murmuring things about "nesting" and "being ready."

Some highlights from my Saturday Night portfolio. I'm really into shapes and letters, but still recognize the beauty of a band of color...

I'm flailing my hands because I'm super excited about how tall this masterpiece is...

And finally, before I sign off, a word on behalf of the four footed members of our family. Below is a vision of Bodhi, trying to tell us that he would really rather stay home curled up in bed, thank you very much, than go out into the cold night for walk. He thinks he's hiding.

In preparation for tomorrow, a few shots from my morning with Mama and Papa:

Before

During

And After! I'm pointing to the one I like best.

Now, for some reason, these guys go into hiding tomorrow, which I'm not showing a tremendous amount of enthusiam for; but I'm starting to see a trend that when it comes to holidays, we do weird things that mom in particular gets really excited about. I humor her and usually end up having a pretty good time with it, too. So, I'm going to trust them on this whole Egg Hunt thing.

After an exhausting adventure at the park this morning, I found some sunshine to soak up while mom made lunch. Our bodies are suffering from mild shock from all of this Vitamin D and sudden bright light, but I'll take it. Life is good.
Mom was organizing baby clothes this weekend and stumbled across this fabulous treasure that somehow had not previously found its way into my dress up trunk. Thank goodness it was unearthed in time for Easter--that was CLOSE!

In other, less fun, news: I bonked my head pretty hard this evening. Blood, open wound, the whole bit. I was crying too hard to notice, but apparently Dad handles such situations really well, while mom (normally the rational and collected one as we all know, right? :) needed Dad to talk her off the ledge a few times. We'll blame the preggo hormones. I'm fine--the bleeding stopped pretty quickly and it's not nearly as bad as it originally seemed. Now, I'm fast asleep in mommy and daddy's bed so they can keep a close eye on me.

My aunt and uncle came to visit for a couple of days this week and we had so much fun together!

Turns out my Aunt Claudia knows the BEST songs ever. I taught her a few, too.

And Uncle Paul is great at reading bedtime stories about Skinny Brown dogs.

Today, on the way home from school, I asked if they were still at our house. Mom said no and I'm afraid I didn't take the news very well. It was such a fun visit, I'm very sad that it's over. Come back soon!

Spring has sprung here in the Great Northwest and we celebrated by taking a little adventure hike yesterday to collect treasures. I found a pinecone, some moss, a worm and lots of sticks. I found a lot of flowers, too, but mom was pretty adamant about not putting those in my treasure bag, so I just smelled them, instead. Too bad. They would have made a heck of an addition to my treasure chest.

Mom and I played hooky from work and school today and went to the park to celebrate and evade the truant officers.

I made lots of pies, but because my mom gets kind of grouchy about too much sugar, I can be seen here assuring her that this pie is "without any ice cream, candy or sugar."

Happy Springtime!

This is what happens when someone asks three year olds to "SMILE!"

Better off getting the candid shot, don't you think? We're working very hard on making shakers. We're SHAKER-MAKERS (which we hope you find as hilarious as we did).

Fun, quiet weekend at home with family and friends (seen here still in my pjs this Sunday at noon). Hope you all enjoyed a happy spring weekend, as well! Good night...

Happy Spring Equinox, Everyone! Here's a little poem by Frederick the Mouse, one of my newest favorites, in honor of the season change...

Who scatters snowflakes? Who melts the ice?

Who spoils the weather? Who makes it nice?

Who grows the four-leaf clovers in June?

Who dims the daylight? Who lights the moon?

Four little field mice who live in the sky.

Four little field mice, like you and I!

One is the Springmouse who turns on the showers.

Then comes the Summer who paints in the flowers.

The Fallmouse is next with walnuts and wheat,

And Winter is last...with little cold feet.

Aren't we lucky the seasons are four?

Think of a year with one less...or one more!

...and now, it's snack time.

I like to sing songs to the baby in mom's belly. She was unsuccessful in her attempts to capture this happening live (too tight of a shot and weird angle), so here is the studio recording following the live event this evening. As you can tell by the second take, I've had a long night and am weary of the whole lullaby singing thing.

We had our 26 week appointment with our midwife this morning...here's a peek into how things are going with baby!

Happy, er, Fat Tuesday. My mom is giving up her waistline for Lent.

(P.S. This is the 25 week profile. Hard to believe there are 15 more weeks of growing left, but c'est vrai).

Do fairies really exist? I put together an expedition team to find out.

Josey led the adventure, Orion made sure we hung together and I kept my eyes peeled from the back to make sure we didn't miss anything.
Any Fairies in the creek?
Fairies like to live in trees, so this is a good place to look.
We decided, over pears, hot cocoa and pb and j that yes, there are such things as fairies. Absolutely.

My LA peeps are in town, so I'm showing off what I got. My research prior to Miguel's arrival clued me into his appreciation of all things punk rock, so I performed accordingly. Seemed to work.

This weekend, we made sushi (fishless, due to mercury levels not conducive to a growing fetus--or kiddo or mom and dad, for that matter...)

and Valentine Cards.

Then went to a women's basketball game, which I found utterly boring--I'm cheering for the band here. I had zero interest in the whole running, ball, dribble, toss aspect of the evening,
but forgave my mom the bad date idea when she took me out for hot chocolate.


A valentine for every kiddo in my pre-school class... here's the naming of just a few.

This will be very unexciting to most of you, but for those of you who remember the terrible cupboards hanging down (right about where Nona's hands and head are pictured here), you'll noticed that they are GONE! Actually, the best part is that they, and their necessary storage space, are not gone, but now found on the other side of the island (on right of picture). Our house feels so much bigger without this obtrusive disturbance of sight line...a minor change with massive results.


And, we've been painting... Here are some pics that give you an idea of our color themes, if the term can be used so loosely.

My New Room!

A few fun moments, quirks and antics of Winona Lou these days, Or, A Word is Worth a Thousand Pictures:

Let's just start with the confession and get it out of the way: I have a swear word. When I get frustrated, I say "My Dangit!" I repeat it over and over until I get a rise out of mom or dad, but it usually takes awhile because they are trying to hide their amusement and it takes them a bit to compose themselves.

I have a new room! It's purple and green and twice the size of my last one. I am feeling quite proud and have decided that it's such a big girl room that I'm simply not going to wet the bed, anymore. One cannot sleep in a big girl room and maintain such toddler-like habits.

Telling stories is a great way to captivate mom and dad for long periods of time. I've learned to give them a choice, so they feel empowered and in conrol of the situation. It goes a little something like this: "Do you want to hear about the happy little girl, the duck in the pond or the piano?" They make a choice and I launch into a terrific tale.

At the moment, I'm sick. Nasty cough and a little fever. I'm keeping my spirits up and finding that being sick isn't so bad. I got to watch a lot of Sesame Street. It inspired me to lovingly
declare, "Mommy and Daddy, it's a beautiful day in the new TV room."

Spelling is not nearly as hard as everyone makes it out to be. I like to give mom and dad pop quizzes such as "Q-R-C-T-S-O, what's that spell?" (Mom answers with silly things that sound like "qrctso" and so I have to break it to her that "No, mom. That's not it.")

I'm getting very good at my (unsolicited!) Pleases and Thank Yous these days. Excuse Me's have to wait until my laughing fit is over because I find burps and "fluffs" incredibly funny. So does Dad. Mom gets this "look," so I just focus on Dad.

Snuggle time is still my favorite time of day and I ask for it morning, noon and night. I nestle into the nooks and crannies of any body who will sit with me (I'm partial to Mom and Dad, but Bodhi or Lucy will do in a pinch). Mom's nooks and crannies are getting a little difficult to navigate these days, but I'm still pretty excited about this little brother or sister. (When asked "brother or sister" I almost always answer "brother," when the choice is "boy or girl," I am sure it's a girl... so I've narrowed it down as much as anyone!)

That's all for now. Bedtime! Love to everyone...

What's better than ONE singing three year old? TWENTY singing three year olds!
"Bubble Bubble POP!"
"Alice the camel has TWO humps!"
"UP goes the drawbridge, UP goes the drawbridge"