The hospital visit

The evening after M1 was born, my parents brought the kids to the hospital to meet her.  

They spent 5 minutes in wonderment over their new baby sister, and the next 25 finding ways to make trouble.  

A fairly constant theme around here, I must say.

#4

She broke all the Robinson records: latest, heaviest, fastest.

7lb 8oz 5:29am

An evening outing fueled by slurpees.

A warm evening.  

Free slurpee night at 7-11.  

Highland park to catch the tail end of the lilac blooms.

Silly children. (I blame the slurpees.)

Did I mention that my mom is here?  She's here to play the wait-for-this-baby-to-be-born game with us.  We are so lucky she's here!  If she wasn't, this waiting would be so much more stressful, and a lot less fun.

A weeknight with the Redwings

While I enjoyed a girl's night out (a pregnancy celebration), R1 braved the local ballpark with the kids. 

Generous friends gave us their box seat tickets, so the kids got to enjoy their first baseball game in style. 

They had a fabulous time eating junk food, meeting the team mascot, and staying up way past their bedtimes.

Hair by L1

One Sunday, noonish, in May I walked up the stairs to find a trail of hair leading me down the hallway.  3-inch-blonde-locks.  I followed the trail to my bedroom and found L1 happily cutting H1's hair in the middle of my bed.

I didn't get an action photo because L1, immediately guilt-ridden, ran out of the room.  H1 was just upset that they got caught and didn't want to have to stop. 

Luckily, the hair left on H1's head was about chin length, and easy to cut into a cute bob.  Which was good, because all this went down about an hour before church.

So, we repaired the damage, repeated the mantra "haircuts are only done by mom or dad", and every one lived happily ever after.

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?