Beaver Hair

In case you've ever wondered what I would look like (a) as a Russian, (b) if I grew my hair out mullet-style, or (c) a beaver, welp, wonder no more.

Don't be jealous. Although I can't blame you if you are.

Sunday Afternoon Family Time

It was still chilly, but yesterday's spring-like sunshine drew us outside. Family bike ride to the park after Violet's (and, who am I kidding, Paul's and my) naptime.

 

 

Not sure why Layla left her coat with her bike. It's not like she's got ample body fat to keep her warm...

 

 

Addie didn't want to comb her hair, so she opted for this super-stylish headwear instead. Touche.

 

 

Carson = boy. Boy = monkey.

Poor Violet's a sicko, but she looooooved sliding with her siblings. Giggling and squealing the whole time.

 

 

There's hope that winter will end, once again, in Cache Valley. Hallelujah.

bus ride

Whoever thinks that the bus is full of odd personalities... check out this next customer:

(Insider's scoop: There was an impressive tantrum thrown merely minutes prior to this excursion when I told her, quite calmly but firmly, that the rule for going on a bus ride is that one MUST wear underwear. A non-negotiable general guideline that I hope other moms are as vigilant at enforcing as I am.)