Yes there is snow in March

Bridger and Rilynn thought it was the best thing to get all bundled and play outside in the snow. I told them they better enjoy it now because you never know when it will be the LAST.

I had to post this just because I loved her eyes.

This is Bridger's classic expression, and yes his eyes are always that big and blue. I told him I wanted a picture of him so that I can count the freckles on his nose. He laughed. It's our own little game. I often sit and count the freckles on his nose durring church, because it helps him hold still and be quiet.

My March Snow Angels.
So Saturday we play in the sunshine in the garden, and ride bikes, and just enjoy the outdoors. Then Sunday it's windy and rainy, and then it snows. So Monday we wake up to play in the snow. I have one word to explain all our funky weather......UTAH.

There are.....

Three in the bed and the Little one says "roll over, roll over".

March

Bridger and Rilynn fell asleep on the floor in my room after they watched Toy Story. Bridger ended up sleeping there all night, but Rilynn eventually climbed into bed with me. Both of them asleep on the floor like that was too cute not to take a picture of.

These are Bridger's peas, he planted them, watered them and now he is so excited that he can see them growing.

At our house we are big fans of the I spy collection. Here is one of our own. Find a yellow flower, some sounding chimes, and one hiding cat.

Rilynn loves to ride bikes, she dragged her bike all by herself from the front to the back yard, which at our house right now is no small task because of all the obsticles you have to avoid on the way.

Maclain found a worm out by the road and had fun watching it crawl in his hand. He finaly decided it needed a nice home in the dirt by our flowers instead of out by the road.

A Warm Day

Feb. 28th was a sunny day for us. It was warmer than it had been, but not really warm either. It was cold enough to need long sleeves, and cold enough to make Rilynn's nose run, but it was a great day to be outside. We had an aunt, two cousins, and a neighbor over to have fun in the sun with us. Rilynn cried when I wouldn't push her any longer.

Maclain had all the outdoor accessories you could ask for, and yes each one got used by someone at sometime.

Bridger has a thing with throwing things off of, and putting things down our slide, at this moment I have no idea what he had just dropped over the edge.

At any given time you can find a bat, stick, balls, cars, and ropes in our fort - usually they are weapons, swords, bombs, granades, guns......boys......you get the picture.

It did snow again after this beautiful Feb. afternoon, but all of us enjoyed the sun while it lasted. We also searched our yard for the first signs of spring and found lots. The kids are so excited, and so am I.

The Princess and the Oats

Once upon a time there was a little princess named Rilynn. She wanted to eat oats because "princesses love oats." So while her mom was helping her brother find his shoes for preschool, she helped herself to the oats. She loved oats and being a nice princess wanted to share her oats with her wonderful cat Oscar. Well Oscar didn't like oats as much as the little princess wanted him to. So she covered him in oats instead, while he was sitting on the couch. Well when the princesses mom came down the hall, Oscar ran downstairs so all the oats went everywhere. Rilynn's mom was not very happy about there being oats everywhere, so first she got mad, and then she learned "princesses love oats mom." So Rilynn's mom explained to princess Rilynn that princesses also like to clean , and they clean up thier own messes when they get things without asking.

So princess Rilynn cleaned and she cleaned until she asked her mom to help.

After the oats were all clean princess Rilynn and her mom went outside for a walk, and everyone lived happily ever after. The moral of this story is cats don't like oats, and princesses clean, just like Cinderella.

Rilynn is so much fun. She loves to dress up and sing. It is quite a contrast to the cowboys, pirates, and armymen we are used to.