A good read.

W1 has been working hard in kindergarten this year.  He really enjoys most of what they do: math, music, gym, crafts, puzzles.  But he does not enjoy practicing reading and writing. 

So, the other night at bedtime, when he sat down with a book and wanted to read it by himself, R1 and I just looked at each other with raised eyebrows and tried not to make too much of a fuss.

Granted, he chose a book that he has mostly memorized, but we are declaring it the first book he has independently read.  Let's hope this trend continues until he can't bear to be without a book in arm's reach.

Spring break 2012

During spring break this year there was a last minute trip to the DC area.  Of the find-out-R1-needs-to-go-for-school-and-leave-three-hours-later sort of last minute. 

 

The first two days were spent with R1 working and the kids and I occupying ourselves with nature hikes, air and space museums, IKEA and random trying-not-to-get-lost wanderings in the car desperately searching for a playground.  All of which I took a total of 2 pictures.  Who is the photographer in the family?

When R1 was done with the pesky work stuff, we went to downtown DC and hit our favorites:  the Air and Space museum and the American History museum.  Followed by some random running up and down the gravel pathways and admiring of the Capitol and Washington Monument at dusk.  And capped by getting a little bit lost trying to find our way out of that darn place.

 

It was fun to escape for a few days, swim in the hotel pool, eat $7 hot dogs, and try out every single couch at IKEA.  Just maybe a little more notice next time, huh?

Easter happened

This Easter there was:

An Easter egg hunt with friends.

Egg dyeing.

A treasure hunt in true Larson tradition.

 And cute semi-well-behaved kids.

 

March was...

Cold.

And warm.

But isn't that how it always is?

St. Patrick's Day

This year we went downtown to watch the St. Patrick's Day parade.  It was hot, crowded, and a sea of green.  The sound of bagpipes, however, made it worth it.

The parade ran into H1's naptime.  That, and the chocolate peanut butter cup that melted in her hand made her a little upset.  See the necklace she is wearing?  The Geico gecko was handing those out.  To this day, if you ask H1 where she got her necklace, she'll tell you she got it from the monster.

Later that day, we celebrated with friends and a corned beef and cabbage dinner.  Delicious!

this past weekend

I bought a houseplant. It's your normal, nothing-too-exciting ficus. But I feel like I just made a huge commitment. Someone has to remember to water this thing. Feed it every once in a while. And make sure it gets enough but not too much sun.



It sits right there on the bookshelf next to the TV. I like that spot. When (if) I have a chance to sit down on the couch, I can choose to stare at the greenery or whatever British period drama I can find on netflix.

Perhaps I should just look at it as practice for this baby that will be born in a couple months. Someone will have to remember to water, feed and sun her, too.

H1 and her grandpa

While visiting my parents in California at Christmas, H1 became a barnacle attached to my dad's leg. She followed him everywhere and I think they both loved it.


Now, if we mention the word California, she will pat her chest and say, "My grandpa!". And if R1 or I are sitting at the computer, she will demand to see pictures of grandpa and grandma and California. And by demand I mean DEMAND.


Or, she will say something about swimming in the pool, another California favorite.