Why, yes, I am making Instagram a verb… do you object? My apologies.
Liam’s finally blossoming with his creativity – last weekend he made a Hot Wheels track with construction paper and stickers (and a bit of tape). I love it.
I made brownies. Jack helped me clean up. Liam got the beaters to lick off, this was one of my favorite things to do growing up. It’s a testament of my love for them that I let them do the licking and didn’t keep that goodness all to myself.
Sad that this picture didn’t really turn out but this is a wild turkey in our neighbor’s yard. We live a minute from downtown and I’ve seen wild turkeys, deer and coyotes. So strange.
Shin guards are probably a good idea when it comes to his brother.
My pants-less artist-in-residence working on his gallery.
Liam’s also finally grown a love of writing. Such a sweet sentiment that I can ignore the grammar error 🙂
The Bloggess’ book finally arrived. I attempted reading it at a coffee shop but couldn’t help laughing out loud and thought it was probably better if I read it in the privacy of my own home so I wasn’t the crazy person at the coffee shop laughing to herself.
View during our walk at Millenium Park – blogged about here.
Jack’s “angry” face. This morning he asked me to “talk faces at me” and after asking him what that meant, I figured out he wanted me to ask him to show me his angry/sad/surprised/happy faces. My little monkey loves to perform.
I got a little baby time in this week… don’t you love our coordinating stripes? Love that baby Hutch! Do not so much love the bags under my eyes – holey moly!
My centerpieces for MOPS complete with custom banners.
Waiting for Simon and boys to show up for our kid exchange in the parking lot at Simon’s work. Spring really is here.
They take this sign very seriously – when they are open – I like to rebel and park here after hours. But once I parked there on a Saturday near the end of their open hours and walked over to the coffee shop after dropping some mail in the box and a postal worker stopped me and asked me to move my car.
So glad Squinkies are actually too big to be shoved further up his nose.
Yet another uncomplimentary photo of my youngest after he told me, “I just want to lick my feet.” And then he did.
This picture is from Easter but I just posted it this week as it still surprises me to see my dad with facial hair. Who knew he could actually grow it out so nicely; now he and my brothers look even more alike.
yay for the hutch kin, and I didn’t see a bag in the place. love all the others, too-but especially the diaper cladded child dealing with art work on the wall. 🙂 also: i’ve never been to millennium park. please invite me. 🙂