Playdoh!

Sun and Sand

No, sadly we didn't slip away on a beach vacation. Saturday I took Kensley down to see gramma and papa and they just so happened to buy her a sandbox. A turtle sandbox that I know I once had and Dave and my brother too. Who born after 1980 didn't? I remember my brother and I playing in it under our playhouse. He always had dinosaurs and trucks and I was more content building sandcastles. At least for 5 minutes anyway. I am 9 years older than my brother, so I was probably 12 or 13 by then and not as interested in playing in the sand as he was.

The moment I saw it though it brought back all those memories of us playing together and I am so looking forward to the day Rowan is old enough to play with his big sister in the turtle sandbox. She absolutely loves to play in the sand. If we go to the park it is one of the few places where she sits still and plays for hours. So I knew she would love having her own and I was right!

She was very serious about her sandcastle building.



Uncle Colton joined in and help build them



and she did a great job destroying them





I think her favorite part was destroying them. She also HATES when she gets sand on her hands and holds them out to whoever is nearby to wipe them off. I couldn't help but think what a girly thing that was. Sitting in a pile of sand, covered up to her waist but still wanting to keep her hands clean.



I know where we will be spending a lot of time this summer!

My Really Late Easter Post

I took some time away from blogging this past week to get some things done, spend time with punkie and Dave, and to just relax a little bit. Sometimes blogging is a little overwhelming even though I know not that many people are even actually reading this thing ;) So anyway, here are a few of the pictures I took of K on Easter.

Kensley's Loot





Where did my baby go?



Taking a walk with GiGi





My favorite



Using her sidewalk chalk with Uncle Colton





Finding Easter eggs







Flying a kite with Papa and Uncle Colton

Pregnant Woman Attacked by Canadian Geese

That could have been the headline after what I dealt with at work last night. No. This is not an April Fools joke. Two Canadian Geese have been camped out in our parking lot at work for over a week. I know they are searching for food but last night they were coming dangerously close to me as I went out to cars. I don't know if any of you know this...but GEESE ARE NOT NICE. My manager went out several times trying to shoo them away but they hardly budged and snapped at him. They snapped at me several times and tried to bite at me. I am praying they are not there tonight. They are starting to freak me out! THE BIRDS THE BIRDS! Here is the proof as you can see them eyeing me as if I could be dinner.



Oh...and their poo is the size of my head. YUCK.

OH! AND THEY ALSO DON'T FLINCH WHEN CARS WHIZ PAST THEM. They are freaky I tell ya. Freak-Y.