We are fighting the winter blahs.
Spring was just flirting with us; she has not committed. We are forcing ourselves to keep going while the easy chair and blankets sing their siren song: "Come hibernate; rest yourself until winter is really over."
The resistance goes weakly on.
Today we resisted by washing sheets!
Tim pausing to flex for the photographer.
Got to love a guy who washes sheets and has something that flexes when he does.
We had an on-going game of Scrabble all day. It's the best way to play: Tim takes a turn, goes and washes sheets. I finish what I'm doing then take a turn. I get lots of time to try to come up with words that use all my letters without Tim sitting there huffing and sighing because I take too long.
Here's Tim cheating when he thinks I'm not looking.
The boys were off in different directions all day. We didn't get around to coloring eggs until 9 p.m.
A portrait of the artist currently known as Logan:
Lukey's default position:
My bunny eggs singing "Little Rabbit Foo-Foo:
(Logan did not think I would post that photo.)
I heard Tim say this to Logan today: "You kids'll be digging Easter eggs out with a snow shovel tomorrow."
I don't know if I can stand it. The easy chairs need to shut up already.