Hairy Days

Thought this post would be about Michael, didn't you!?  Psych.

Grace always requests one braid.  About once a month I can convince her to let me try a different style.  The bun proved to be insecure, but was pretty while it lasted.

I want to try this style again, but Grace is not so inclined.

Libby, Grace and their friend Lily styled Grace's hair with flowers.  It looks like Rapunzel's hair to me!

Also, Grace has learned to do a normal and a fishtail braid!  Here she is showing off her mad skills.  She still needs me to put her hair in a ponytail before she can braid, but I'm pretty impressed!

Spring Break

We wrote a spring break bucket list this year.  We listed a Harry Potter-thon, a museum trip, and...well, honestly...I forgot the rest.  Note to self: Do not try to write about events months after they happen.

We went to the small, temporary Idaho Historical Museum while the main one is still undergoing renovations.

We dressed as Lewis and Clark.

We dressed as Sacajawea (is this culturally insensitive? The kids love it, but I always feel a little awkward).

We also watched most of the Harry Potter movies.  We had to watch movies seven and eight over the next couple of weekends, as they are really long and we had other stuff to do (not that I remember that stuff, as I've already mentioned, but it was real stuff).  This is how I spent a lot of the movies.  Every time something scary happened in the movie, Grace and Sam would velcro themselves to me.  I could not move even if I wanted to, which is okay because I enjoy the Harry Potter movies.

We also drove up to view the rooster tail at Lucky Peak, although I cannot swear this was actually over Spring Break.  We skipped the drive the Army Corps of Engineers set up around the tail when we realized it would be over an hour long.  We saw it quite clearly from the highway already, and did not feel like it was worth the time to see it closer.  Instead we stopped and explored the reservoir.  The boys (Michael included) occupied themselves throwing things into the reservoir; I got bored and started stacking rocks and found it a lot less difficult than I always assumed it would be.  The kids got involved and we made a bunch of rock towers.  We mourned for our towers when we left as we assumed that someone would soon knock them down.

Michael happened to take the kids a full month later and made a startling discovery: Not only had our towers not been knocked down, but they had managed to spawn lots of smaller babies!  Such small events bolster my faith in humanity.

Downtown

Libby, Ethan and I biked downtown on a bright, sunny Saturday. May I just say I'm so glad bright, sunny days are starting to return.  I was beginning to believe they were gone forever.  We stopped at Trader Joe's and grabbed some drinks.  I chose water, they chose soda.  We then wandered around for awhile and ended up at Freak Alley.  They really connected with the art (in their own special way).

Koolaid

It's supposed to be temporary.  Libby's washed out after one day.  She was horribly disappointed.  Almost a month later and Grace's ends are still bright red.  She's been wearing her hair down more, because she loves how it looks.

One of these things is not like the other...