The End of Winter

Today is the first day of spring, gray though it may be. And on my computer and camera are dozens (hundreds, really) of pictures of the different goings on of the past few weeks. We visited the Hutchings Museum for a surprisingly engaging "Night at the Museum," attended a roadshow where Janey played Queen Vanity (hair and make up done by Beulah, who did a far better job than I would have done), made snowmen who lived less than a day, cooked up a mess of baby back ribs and sweet potato fries, and tried to capture the amazing full moon. If I could capture other things on the camera you'd have an image of T-Bone writing essays on U-Write (not his favorite pastime), Janey diligently playing her flute, Beulah furiously studying for FRQs, da boys spending hours twiddling their thumbs on DSes, and Goose listening to increasingly elaborate stories about Princess SweetPea in Cuddlebee Marsh (you have to ask Husband). Speaking of Husband, he's taking a new job soon and furiously studying to pass his Board Certified Test this week. He's excited for something new and I am so proud of him for always treating his customers over the past two years the same way I'd want my grandma to be treated.