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Emma has been outside quite a bit soaking up the spring sunshine. She has a cute sprinkling of freckles across her nose to show for it.
Each birthday, I make a cake for the birthday kid. I've done a princess, butterfly, Rainbow fish, Dora, bug, snake, ball, castle, and others I can't think of right now. Some of them turn out better than others. This year Slade requested a Darth Vader cake. I searched on-line for ideas/instructions and didn't find very much. So I improvved using Slade's new mask (thank you Grandma) as a model. I used fudge frosting tinted with LOTS of blue and green food coloring. It never really looked black but it was good enough.

It was definitely not the best cake I've done. However, it did look enough like Darth Vader that Slade was happy. It seemed more impressive when I sang the Darth Vader theme as I cut it. We invited two families over to eat it with us and it was almost all gone before they left. Slade and Nathan finished it off for lunch the next day. Yum.
I shared this post with my family and asked them to comment. Well, my mom wrote her whole weekly entry about the article on her blog. Read it. We all need the reminder to "stop and smell the roses". Someday I hope that I will read a great article and think "that reminds me of a talk/scripture/poem..." and then write about it on my blog in such a thoughtful and cool way. For now, I will just continue to admire my mother.
This article in the Washington Post is about what happens when you put a world famous concert violinist in the Metro. Do people stop? Do people recognize the genius? Do people throw money in his multi-million-dollar-Stradivarius-carrying case? It's a long article but very interesting.
I love this park in our neighborhood. There is a RED bridge. Hello! And a creek. And a walkway. And a playground. I just get giddy with the visions of all the wonderful pictures I will be able to capture here.

We got a Game Cube for Christmas with the game Star Wars Legos. The game has been enjoyed by the kids. So much so that it was scratched and damaged beyond repair. We bought another one and then made the rule that only a grown up could take the disc out of the console. Today as I was in my room folding laundry, I overheard the following from Slade and the 6 and 4 year old neighborhood boys that were here:
6 yo: Hey lets play Star Wars Legos!
Slade: Yeah!
They start to get out the Game Cube and controllers...
4 yo: But we can't change the CD.
6 yo: Only grown ups can change it.
Slade: Okay, raise your hand if you're a grown up.
I thought it was very funny.
Dave is back! Wahoo! Yipee! Hurray! Seven weeks. So glad to be done.
He is back on Daddy Duty which he does so well.


Last night he and the kids "camped out" in the basement. Today he took them swimming.
Oh yes, we are all glad as we can be to have our Daddy home to stay.
He is growing so quickly. Sitting up. Eating baby food. Making the cutest baby talk. I am glad I get to be there to see it all.
Sawyer sat up on his own for several minutes today. Just thought I'd share.

Nathan knows my threats of selling him to the gypsies are empty so he continues to torture me with all of his twoness. In recent days, he has:
-spit out chocolate milk all over the TV, couch, and carpet
-taken a cube of butter I had softening on the counter and spread it on his clothes, hair and the carpet
-squeezed out Gogurt all over the couch and carpet
-ripped open the package of Sawyer's rice cereal and spread it all over the couch and carpet
(I see a recurring theme here...)
AND
-after getting him out of the bath to clean up from the butter incident, he peed on my bed!

This lovely toddler mayhem began to manifest itself when Dave left for Boise. I am hoping that it will come to a screeching halt when we return to normal life. This is our seventh week but he flies home on Friday to stay! Yay! Yes, perhaps this is all just a reaction to Daddy being gone and he will go back to being sweet, mild-mannered, happy Nathan. However, this brings back so many memories of Emma's toddler mayhem when she was this age which had nothing to do with Daddy being gone. Alas, things are not looking too good.