mommy's little helper & mommy's little mess

Farm Day

I heard something about a "farm day" and immediately decided we are doing that! A local cattle company that I only know about because they sell me eggs at our beloved farmers market, invited all the children out to see what it's like on a farm. We had the real experience, but I'm pretty sure Piper thinks all farms are complete with a bouncy house. We met up with some new friends who have a little girl Piper's age and two older boys. Highlight of the day: Piper stepped in fecal matter and talked about it for a good 20 minutes. "I stepped in poop and now there is poop on my shoe. My mom tried to clean up the poop with a wipe, but we have to wash them when we get home. It was cow poop and it's on my shoe..."

Miles was pooped after farm day. ( :

just lovely

My grandma is a wonderful artist. It seems to run in the family, as my mother is also a talented artist. I hope I can learn how to make little masterpieces like this one. Piper received this Peter Rabbit quilt in the mail today. We both ooo-ed and ah-ed over it for some time. I hope we can keep it beautiful for generations to come. What a lovely treasure. Thank you GG.

New Smyrna Beach

This was our first official vacation, and what a vacation it was. We had a spacious ground level condo with a great view of the ocean. Everyday was easy and relaxed without much of an agenda except swimming and sandcastles. While Piper played with the boys, Miles took extra long naps, giving Broc and I all this free time. I know, right? We are so glad we had the opportunity to spend time with much missed friends and enjoy a laid back vacation simultaneously.

Yep

Finished!

Eggcellent!

Our morning was spent dying Easter eggs. Piper is quite good with eggs. She is aware of how delicate they are and can even crack an egg perfectly while helping me in the kitchen. Honestly!

We look forward to presenting our finished designs, but for now the eggs are drying.

I'm realizing how difficult it is to relay Easter's meaning to Kids. Thankfully Piper has awesome sunday school teachers. On our way home from Church, she reminded us of what happened on Palm Sunday. When Piper talks or sings about Jesus in such a way that a child does, I feel so incredibly humbled. I'm filled with this unworthy, ridiculous, sickening plea for her to someday know the grace that she sings about. I'm ending this post with a heavy sigh, because her fate is out of my control and I know it's better off that way.