One might think we don’t feed them enough.
Truthiness and confessions

I am obsessed. Obsessed. Honestly, has this blog world been revolving for years now while I was, what? oh, yeah, drowning in newborn twins and preschoolers? There are so many woman out there with these amazing, inspiring things to say and share. I have no intentions, or time for that matter, to try and compete with any of the lot, and yet I’m not too proud to steal some of their ideas. They are touting them as “challenges” after all and I’m up for the challenge. Are you?
Me: ”Do you guys want to go fishing if it’s nice this weekend?”
Field trip gone wrong
So I just really kind-of started this blogging thing a couple of months ago and let me tell you, I would not have invited anyone that I know to my blog had I really given it any thought. This is such a perfect non-place to confess all of your ills and bad parenting moments, not that I have any of those, *clears throat*, but if I did, Man would it be nice to admit them and see what other critical or understanding moms might have to say. Maybe I’ll start a new ‘secret’ blog and you may or may not stumble across it someday and may or may not TOTALY relate. And if you do, I hope you leave me a comment letting me know that while at the museum, you too once grabbed your small son by the arm for hoarding a handful of plastic knifes from the cafeteria, “for just incase” and then threatened him in a loudish voice to make him pay for them (?) because you could sense the spanish speaking janitor looking at you to do something. And that in the end your child still turned out ok.
Easter in Colorado
They say if you don’t like the weather in Colorado, wait an hour. We woke up to a dusting of snow. By 3:00 that afternoon we were having an Easter egg hunt in the yard and it was close to 60 degrees. Everything that you want to happen on Easter happened. The Bunny did his magic, the kids had loads of Jelly Bellies before breakfast, nice service, lots of family, great food and cute kids in their Easter finest. Or in the case of my boys, a clean shirt. Here are a few of my favorites from the day.