Mo minutes

I guess I've said, "just a few more minutes!" more often than I realized. We had a really warm day recently, so I gave in and let him play with (and suck on) the water hose. He would do this for hours if I let him, and if the City of Dallas would not come after us since we are under watering restrictions. When I told him I was going to turn off the water, he said very calmly, "mo minutes." I finally got him inside under promise of a hot dog. He has also discovered ketchup, tater tots, ice cream sandwiches ("nummy good!") and iced lattes. I caught him sipping on mine at the park today, through a straw, and he looked at him and said, "nummmy!" Yes, baby, mommy thinks so too.

Very Good Friday

Iain has been off work since Tuesday, and we've had so much fun as a family doing very mundane things. To us, though, they are quite magical. I know I sometimes go on and on about it, but when you have been where we have been, laying down sod while your toddler plays with the water hose or eats bugs can be the best day of your life.

Speaking of bugs, he is quite taken with them. And lizards. And, did you know that snot mixed with sand becomes very much like cement? Yes, indeed it does. Duncan's vocabulary seems to expand daily and we get a kick out of his words. Some are clear as a bell and some need a bit of interpretation. Anything in Iain's or my drinking glass is "nummy good", but so is pancake syrup. He loves to hug, and will walk up to one of us and say "hug!" then wrap his arms around our neck. Heaven.

We are to have a very chilly Easter after a string of 80-degree days. Yuck! We've been on three Easter egg hunts and he doesn't seem to care too much, but it's for me.

Iain is still looking for another job. I don't know how long this can last. Something has to come around, but I feel like I've been saying that for a year and a half.

I'm still trying to get more organized. And blog more often.

Texas Bluebonnets

They are really beautiful this year. We went to my Aunt Clo Jean's today, where she has a large field full of them. I was offered a 5x7 last year, by a woman who I knew briefly when pregnant with Ziggy, for only $125. Could you detect the sarcasm? Because if you couldn't, I want to be clear that I intended you to. Yes, $125 for one 5x7 picture of my kiddo in a field of wild flowers. I politely declined, and she said she'd do it for free just to see me. Very nice, but still..you gotta be kidding me. And I'll tell you something, it was no better than one of mine below. I have a new profession! Line 'em up. We're going to take pictures, folks.