Come spring come!

Nick's Baseball Diamond Cake w/ baseball cupcakes

We definitely were in need of some good weather and the Gods above blessed us with a couple of weeks of really warm, sunny weather. The first week was messy--lots of mud and muddy shoes and clothes. We just take it all off outside and run inside to change (not so much me as the boys!!) The next week it had dried out some and we really got to have fun on the bikes, play basketball and baseball and blow bubbles and just have fun. There were even some tan lines to show for it and one tick (YIKES). Poor Nick, I felt a little bump on his head at nap time and so I turn his head over and start hollering for Andy to "COME QUICK, NICK HAS A TICK!" That was probably not the best way to go about it...but we got it out and after that he was pretty terrified of his bed and his room and had to lay with me on our bed for a while before giving up on a nap altogether!! He continues to ask if there will be more and if they come in our house...whoopsy. Just when I was loving opening windows each day and even wearing flip flops....it gets butt cold again. Not loving that Mother Nature! Only 42 degrees today?? Does anyone understand that my boys need to be outside at least twice a day??? So, we were...outside...in 42 degree weather at the very cool airport playground where big, huge airplanes take off and land pretty much right in front of us!! There can't be any bad stuff spewing out of them if that is what you are thinking--it is just too darn cool. But no matter how cool it was, it was down right COLD!! I was not prepared for that, but we made it an hour and the boys ate their picnic in the warm car on the way home. All was well.

Owen is getting better. A bit more rational, yet still a crankpot on a regular basis. I feel like this is a window into his teenage future, all "What??!!" (he actually says that, ALL the time when you ask him a question...) and "I want that/I don't want that/I get to change my mind at any moment with no warning and just lots of carrying on and crying..." It is exhausting. Good thing he is so darn cute. We are making headway, he is understanding some consequences. The hard part is the consequences seriously have to be so consistent that it makes you want to give up on the spot or leave him some where to fend for himself. "This too shall pass" and "God grant me the serenity" are said over and over again in my head. Thank Heaven for exercise, yoga and Diet Coke. Beer doesn't even touch this stuff!! :) Stay tuned.