Spring?

I've always thought it unfortunate that the calendar and the weather can't coordinate better. This week was supposed to be the start of Spring--so of course, we had snow (a good inch or three) two different days this week. Since the weather has been inclement, we've been trying to stay entertained indoors.

The kids love painting. I like painting too, I admit, but I'm less excited about the kids painting because of the clean-up involved. But this little project did keep them both occupied for a good twenty minutes, which is always a plus.

We've also played board games (I almost wrote "bored" games--which would also be appropriate. Let me just say that I no longer love candyland).

And if all else fails, there's costumes . . .
And for the record, that is a shirt that Andrew has on his nether regions. I think he looks like a Twi'lek from Star Wars. (Lest you give me more geeky cred than I deserve, Dan is the one who told me what they were called--I said, "he looks like that blue lady on Star Wars").





Friday was our international day--we're on "J" this week, so I delegated cooking to Dan. (We had chicken katsu on Friday and tempura yesterday). That prompted the following exchange with Evelyn.

E: Where's Daddy?
Me: He's in the kitchen.
E: NO! He doesn't belong in the kitchen!

Later, when I asked her why Dan didn't belong in the kitchen, she said, "because I love him." I asked if *I* belong in the kitchen. "Yes," she said. Why? "Because you love me." (And there you have it--two-year-old logic that has set the feminist movement back 40 years . . . ).

She also climbed on my lap the other day while I was trying to email a student, and burped in my face. "Nice burb," I said. She smiled winningly. "It was a princess burp."

Yesterday Bubby, Andrew, Ike, Zoe (our neighbors kids) and I went to a local children's production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. It was a lot of fun--and surprisingly well done for a performance whose leading man was 9 (I know this because his mom is in my book group) and the oldest actor on stage was perhaps 16. They did have some fun playing with ages, though--Jacob, the patriarch, was this sweet baby-faced boy who can't have been more than seven, and who was easily the shortest person on stage. And the scene where Potipher's wife (a well-endowed 15 or 16 year old) tries to "seduce" Joseph was surprisingly funny, since the boy's look of terror didn't seem entirely feigned. For a wonder, Andrew was actually entranced for most of the play, and even admitted afterward that he liked it. (He did ask several times toward the end if it was over--but mostly, I think, because he couldn't tell at the end of a number if that was the end, not because he actually wanted to be out of the building).

Since we haven't been following the NCAA tournament too closely, we weren't too upset by the dramatic bracket demolishing games of the week (at least, that's the complaint I hear from friends), but we did actually watch the end of the BYU game (or at least, Dan did)--I even turned on the TV to see what the score was, which I know will shock my parents no end. But it's true.

Here's hoping that our few faithful readers had good weeks--and that the weather will warm up asap!