Spring Time for Hobsons

Can I even begin to tell you how much we love spring? We are riding our bikes everywhere and I mean everywhere. Our last tank of gas has lasted us three weeks and we still have a quarter of a tank left. Life is good. The kids love riding around with us, Libby in her seat and Ethan on his tag-a-long. I've also lost a couple of pounds from all the exercise. Michael is trying to convince me with the right equipment we can get rid of the car all together. I don't think he remembers just how cold it gets during the winter. This is one argument he is destined to lose. I am more then willing to leave the car parked 90% of the time, I just want it for the other 10%. We are enjoying seeing all the wildlife we don't see when we are driving.

Fresh Veggies

As most of you know, I do not have a yard where I can garden. So I had to come up with another plan. I read a book called All New Square Foot Gardening by Mel Bartholomew all about how to garden in wooden boxes. So I am trying it, it is supposed to be really effective, I will let you know how it goes. Here they are shortly after construction and newly planted.
They seem to be working out well so far, except for my arch nemesis the digging squirrel.

Ethan was Bad to the Bone on Easter 2008

My brother and his family host an Easter gathering at their house every Saturday before Easter. This year Ethan found an electric motorcycle of theirs with which he found he could terrorize the relatives and neighbors:

This is NOT a Girl - Followup

Well, it appears the post of Xander in a dress and pretty hair may have had SOME influence over his mother getting him a hair cut. Except, instead of an improvement over his previous do, he has a BUZZ with a RAT TAIL. A RAT TAIL I say.

I know, I couldn't believe it either. Of all the grown men I have known that have RAT TAILS, each one of them is a "special spirit," AKA weird. I hope they don't leave it on him for long. Otherwise I'll have to volunteer to take him over night and stage some sort of accident involving an out-of-control pair of kamikaze scissors.

For more information about rat tails, click here and here.

The Libby's Prayer

Up until a few weeks ago, every prayer we asked Libby to say (dinner, lunch, family, personal) was some small variation of "Dear Hebbenwy Fadder, dank you for duh food in the name of Gee-kwighst amen."

The other night as Katie was getting them ready for bed and doing prayers in the living room with Libby sitting on Katie's lap. The evolution of Libby's prayer took a mighty leap to include the following holy and innocent supplication:

"Dear Hebbenwy Fadder,

Thank you for the duh food and the couch and the hutch and Momma's waygs (legs) and Efan's waygs and my waygs...Tank you for my hair and fwip fwops and for my mirror Hey! Efan has my mirror! Give me my mirror! Dear Hebbenwy Fadder tank you for duh food in the name of Gee-kwighst amen."

Tee-hee.