Signs of the season

Boyd shares mom's love for tulips. They smell so good. And yes, that's typical Boyd running around pantless and shoeless. Probably snuck out the door initially and then played outside like this for hours. The usual.

Reading his new books. Thanks Tyler and Andrew (and Mimi for carrying them on the plane to bring them here and for reading them over and over and over again.)

Loving mom's old comfy shirt and lipstick sample. If Boyd's lips look luscious it's because of his lipstick. I was envious of his plump lips and the color was perfect for his skin tone. I think I gasped. His idea to try it out of course.

Playing with Stinky.

The clubber (the pitcher)

Drawing "grass" for the Easter Bunny. Coincidentally, when we returned from our neighborhood egg hunt there were some eggs waiting for him on the front porch.

The 0-5 year old hunt. Boyd took his time.

His favorite find from the hunt. He calls them his spy glasses.

Neighborhood friends in the tunnel. These two were inseparable for hours today. The egg hunt turned into a play date too. Good thing it was in the neighborhood.

The infamous creek and creek crossings.

The steep part. I have seen every neighborhood kid take a spill on this part.

Made it to the top.

Finding a letter "Y" stick.

Trying out a new ride.

Trampoline time. Tonight Boyd asked for one.














Boyd also read his first word today (in which he sounded out instead of sight reading it.) The word was Bump. Boyd ended his day singing "Oh happy day..." He crashed quick tonight. Love that Spring air.

Boyd and Mommy have been making use of Mom's time off. Today we finally picked up sand for the sand box. Needless to say, much of the day was spent exploring the sand and doing some major digging. Boyd later used his trucks in the sand and also made mountains and creeks for Dragons and Princesses. We've also been practicing letter sounds and writing. Boyd is able to match many of the letters with their sounds. Today at the park he wrote a few letters in the mud so we came home later and made them on paper. Boyd also drew his best self portrait to date.

Sometimes I capture pictures too cute for words. Today was cleaning day, if you saw the house tonight you might not agree but we did clean today. I asked Boyd if I could throw his party hat away as I walked away to put a few other things in their places. A few seconds later he walked in and said, "No mom, I still wear it. See." How can I throw it away now?

Egg Dying Growth

Egg Comparison from 2011 to 2012. Dying Easter eggs is a Ramsey tradition I have carried over into a Burla tradition. I let Boyd enjoy the experience and let him explore in whatever ways he desires. Last years process: drop in, take out and move it to a different color-repeat as many times and in as many colors as possible. Then squeeze the egg until it breaks and continue to poke fingers through. This year it was a very delicate process. Put one egg in each of the bowls. Wait, then turn it to make sure the entire egg is colored. Take it out after several minutes. Marvel at their beauty and comment about how spectacular they are. Insist that no one break them or eat them. About the only thing that seemed the same from the year before was the PAAS Dye and the designated egg dye towel.

Early Spring Outings

Petting the lambs at the Reston Zoo

Feeding a bottle to the lambs with Grandma.

The birds!

Caught one.

The snakes. Climbing up the window. They made Boyd want to puke (at least that's what he said).

Wagon Zoofari ride.

Camel.

Cherry Blossoms. 100 year anniversary.

Nothing like running in a Cherry Blossom forest.

It's snowing petals.

Ready to be the Captain.

Tidal Basin.

Are we moving? At the American History Museum.

Great Falls!

Dangerous. Watching the kayakers and fishermen.

Climbing.

Yes Boyd, you are a runner.

Puzzles with Grandma.

Ten cakes!

Counting eggs. Mom don't take my picture.


Fascinated with the reds inside your eyes.

New form of stretching.

Underwear Boyd. Boyd likes to just wear underwear and no pants after he goes poop. Hence the numerous pantless pictures.