these boys

are goof balls.  Any guesses where this song comes from?

Here’s a hint:

Anytime anyone says “garden of your  mind” in this house, we all collapse into giggles.

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New babies in the house

We have expanded our family by three!  If they are all girls, that is.  
A good friend of ours hatched eggs from her hens and let us take a few little chicklets.  Aren’t they sweet?  They have been prompting a lot of “It’s so fluffy!” re-enactments.
We are deciding on names.  The Papi and I will have veto power.
So far we have:  Harry, Hermione and Ron
or Harry, Peaky, and Cinnamon
or Harry, Blacky and Stinky-butt.
Hmmmm, which names to choose….  I’m not positive, but I think Harry might be a front runner.

They are super cute, and super fluffy, and super loud.  So loud!  We have them in the bathroom at the moment and were a little concerned as to whether they would keep us up all night.  We didn’t have too long to wonder, they fell asleep and we stood there gazing at their sweet little sleepy poofyness.  They really are cute.  

Are we excited to have chicks?  Yes!  Are we going to take good care of them?  Yes!  Are we ready for chicks?  Heck no.  Are we allowed to have chicks in Chesterton?  Technically no, pero más vale pedir perdón que permiso, right?  I was told that you need a quarter of an acre, or they need to be a 4-H project.  So there you go. 
We are super excited, there has been much discussion as to their cuteness, their names, if they will be boys or girls, how we will kill any that turn out to be boys, you know, that kind of thing.  I described swinging the rooster by its neck until it snaps or chopping it’s head off.  Josie was thoroughly disgusted while Del thought the whole process would be “totally awesome”.  Mental note: watch that boy around the chicks.
Of course we had to start a chicken journal.

Elia, the star journal keeper is taking care of those details.  
Now we just need to fashion a coop!  We’ve got a couple months ’till they need one of those, right?  Right?!!  Right?  Please say yes.  

He is looking at her, adoring, young and handsome. She is laughing and in love, so sweet and teeny and cute. They were so young.

My mom posted this as her picture on facebook and I thought it was just the sweetest, so I stole it. Okay, she sent it to me. But I put it on my blog first. It simply makes me happy to look at the two of them.  What makes it cuter is that they are wearing matching shirts.  I think she made them, am I right, Mom?

Right now we just pressed play on The Frisco Kid. I have a vague memory of watching it as a child in the living room with the family. I have no memory as to what it was about or if it was any good, but I have a sharp memory of Dad, in paroxysms of laughter, tears running down his face. With each new gag and one liner, Dad, in his chair, would reach greater levels of hilarity. So when I saw the Frisco Kid on our library’s “just in” shelf I had to grab it. Here’s hoping it’s good. Or at least watchable. Or OK.

You know what’s good? The picture above and the two people in it. Good.

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He is looking at her, adoring, young and handsome. She is laughing and in love, so sweet and teeny and cute. They were so young.

My mom posted this as her picture on facebook and I thought it was just the sweetest, so I stole it. Okay, she sent it to me. But I put it on my blog first. It simply makes me happy to look at the two of them.  What makes it cuter is that they are wearing matching shirts.  I think she made them, am I right, Mom?

Right now we just pressed play on The Frisco Kid. I have a vague memory of watching it as a child in the living room with the family. I have no memory as to what it was about or if it was any good, but I have a sharp memory of Dad, in paroxysms of laughter, tears running down his face. With each new gag and one liner, Dad, in his chair, would reach greater levels of hilarity. So when I saw the Frisco Kid on our library’s “just in” shelf I had to grab it. Here’s hoping it’s good. Or at least watchable. Or OK.

You know what’s good? The picture above and the two people in it. Good.

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>Rain

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So I step outside to take a picture of the kids playing in the rain, and I hear:
“Josie! Josie! Let’s play Singing in the Rain! Mikey will be the prince, and you will be Aunt Kathy!”

>Lonely Hearts Club Band

>So the girls were playing pic-nic in the porch and the dictator, I mean Elia, was commanding her subjects around. Do this, do that, wait here, pour me some tea, sit in that spot…

Something caught my ear, though. Did she just say that? There it goes again! Yes, yes, she Did just say that.

“Josie, don’t pour the tea yet, we have to wait for Grandma and Sgt. Pepper.”

>Happy Easter!

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The girlies enjoyed their egg hunt. They found jelly beans, a few quarters and some fairy paper dolls. And lots and lots of candy!
While we were all distracted with the egg hunt, the Del Monster found some Peeps!
Mmmm! They are good!


After church, there were more Easter baskets.

There was Easter cake from Grandma. There was lamb and basket, both very, very good.

Some playing with Great Grandma. Mikey loves to steal her cane.

Deli also discovered Deviled eggs. Almost as good as the Peeps.

Almost.