In need of good spot to hide eggs, we started a family tradition a few years ago. We have our egg hunts in a nearby sculpture garden. The children know that the Easter bunny lives under a stone bridge that we pass every day... we've sighted his bunny friends often. On Easter morning there are glimpses of the Easter bunny out the window as he hops down the street. I decide to go off on a walk to look for the bunny. My husband takes the kids [in the stroller] in the opposite direction also looking for the bunny. We meet at the sculpture garden, missing the bunny, but he's left behind eggs hidden in the garden. It's a beautiful spot.
The kids liked dying eggs so much that it was necessary to have two sessions this week. A few years ago I found this wonderful egg dying kit just north of the Pennsylvania line. I don't have the box anymore, and so I can't remember what it was called. Sadly, the stores around here don't seem to sell it. The dyes come in cute, little bottles and you can paint lovely, vibrant colors onto the eggs. I hope I'm able to find it again, because we're running very low on dye. We also used the traditional tablet in the water mixed with vinegar dyes, but those colors aren't as rich and you can't paint with them. Hope everyone else indulged in some egg decorating this year. Happy Easter!
We live near a beautiful garden called Sherwood Gardens. It's especially popular when the tulips bloom in the spring. I love to take the kids there to play and explore. I have many good memories of the gardens from the olden days, before children. I loved to ride my bike around the neighborhood, take lunch breaks with co-workers and lunch hour walks with my friend Stephanie.
I also loved to take photos, of course. Many photos. Here's a sampling of photos from each year since the kids have been born.
The first photo was taken five years ago when my daughter was six-months-old. I love looking at her baby photos. She was such a sweet and funny baby. Here are a few more photos from that first spring:
Here she is, chewing on her hat in a pink tree [remember this pink tree]:
This is my daughter at a year-and-a-half sniffing the tulips:
And here she is at two-and-a-half enjoying a morning picnic with her dad. We used to go on a lot of those picnics, it meant less crumbs on the kitchen floor:
And here's a picture of my son [before he was born]:
And here he is the following spring at eight months:
My daughter at three-and-a-half:
We've gone on many picnics with friends over the years. It's one of my favorite things to do:
Here the boy is at one-and-a-half:
And the girl at four-and-a-half:
This brings us to our current garden adventures... here she is as a five-and-a-half year-old:
And my son who is almost three:
This pink tree is now one of their favorite trees to climb [remember this tree?]
The girl and I went to the art museum for a quick visit Sunday afternoon. I showed her some of my favorite paintings in some of my favorite rooms. I attempted to give her a quick lesson on Georgia O'Keeffe, but it turns out she's already an expert. I told her that O'Keeffe liked to paint close-ups of flowers, and she told me that her teacher said that she also paints bones and shells. Oh.
We love to visit the art museum gift shop. The girl picked out this great dane momma dog and puppy. And I purchased this fun little toy. It's kind of silly and I probably won't use it much, but it's pretty to look through. I used it to take the first three photos in this post.
[There has been lots of tree climbing lately. The new rule is that no one is allowed to climb higher than my arms can reach, mostly for the boy, who will climb far too high in the blink of an eye.]
We've been under the weather a bit these last few days... passing around colds and sniffles. I've been feeling sad and frustrated about the house. I feel like for every step forward, we take about seven steps back. I have to remind myself that we have a two-year-old [and a five-year-old] in the house. I'm trying to remember what my daughter was like at this age... I can't believe I'm already forgetting. Trying to remind myself to take it slow with my son and to be equipped with patience and understanding. I'm so looking forward to finishing up all our projects and getting this house on the market. I'm missing our missed vacations and weekends away and fun in the outdoors. Obviously, we've had too much fun these last seven years and haven't spent enough time at home fixing things.
I was so surprised to see that my son had built an alligator out of blocks the other day. He was looking at a plastic alligator figure when he arranged the blocks... it was all his idea. I didn't take the best photo but he gave it four legs and a triangle block for the tail.