Spring!

We have finally had a few days of spring-like weather! This past week it has been beautiful, and it gradually warmed up to where we can be outside without a million layers on. My birthday was this past week, and it was the start of the warm(ish) weather. Happy birthday to me! (Yes, it actually snowed a bit the day before my birthday, and I may have threatened to move away if it snowed on my birthday...)

Tonight we had a fire in our backyard firepit, and the boys got it all set up (minus the actual flame of course) while John ran to the store to get marshmallows (perk of living less than a mile from Target!). They were so diligent, and they had it all set up in a teepee by the time John got home. Apparently they retained some fire building technique from the multitude of campfires we had last summer!

I'm sure we're going to have another bout of chilly weather, but we'll enjoy it while it lasts!

Life Lately

Just some pictures, since I'm too lazy to actually write anything about them.

A couple of stragglers

Since John's phone bit the dust snorkeling, we lost quite a few pictures from the first week or so of vacation. In Curaçao, about an hour before the phone incident, we happened to get free wifi and John was able to upload ONE picture to Facebook (the connection was super slow and nothing uploaded to photostream), and he emailed another. We just realized that these two pictures were floating around. Unfortunately we are missing the best family picture (from Aruba), but at least we discovered these!

Curaçao. Seaquarium. Pre-phone-tragedy.

And Cartagena. Old Town.

Preston aptly summed it up tonight at dinner: "I sure do miss that boat!"

Archers Fashion Statement

No description necessary!

All About the Fam

Courtesy of Preston. And a picture of P rockin' out, courtesy of the new MP3 player he got at the hospital.

Fuzzy Sweaters

Thankfully "fuzzy sweater" weather is almost over!

QOTD

B: Mom, I don't want to be a garbage man when I grow up.
Me: That's okay, I wouldn't want to be a garbage man either.
B: What?! Even GIRLS can do that?!?! (In total shock)
Me: Well, yeah, girls can do any job that boys can do!
B: What?! Then Mom, get yourself a job!
Me: I HAVE a job. What do you think my job is?
B: Doing the dishes.