Days Gone By

So...on the last day of spring break I had a momentary lapse of reason and took all 4 (very young) children to the zoo by myself.

Judging by the size of the crowd waiting to buy tickets and the mile away parking spot I was granted, I surmised that Good Friday may have not been the best day to visit the elephants.



But we had already driven the distance and I would have some seriously resentful children if we didn't see some spider monkeys.



I don't know how many times I was told (referencing Rosemary) that my son had lost his sock. First, whatever. Like I should retrace my steps at the zoo seeking after the lost sock (I guess it was Good Friday)? Second, whatever. She is wearing pink pants. She is clearly a girl.



Things actually went fairly well; that is if you don't count the 27 times that Abram was tread over by patrons.



We even ate lunch at the zoo. We found a dirty table, shared a Sprite, smeared nacho cheese and pizza sauce all over ourselves, and Norah purchased a contraband hot dog all on her own.



The last half-hour wasn't pretty, but we made it out by the skin of our teeth and our only loss was one sock.



Later that evening we attended our ward talent show. By attended I mean, I sat in the back shoving popcorn into an 8 month old's mouth and recycled spilled root beer float from the seats of metal chairs for my 2 year old while Brad and the girls sang Red Bird. It was pretty adorable. The girls each had a stuffed red bird (non-taxidermied) which they ran around flying while Brad played the guitar.







I did finish my sewing. I also used the left over felt from the bunnies and made the girls some barrettes to go with their dresses.



Norah asks for hair like Lulu's on a regular basis. I just am not that mom; but Saturday I decided to be that mom. We borrowed a triple barrel from a neighbor (thanks Val) and blew out both of the girl's hair and them waved it.





Rosemary isn't wearing her Easter dress because we finally got around to blessing her on Sunday (that and I didn't finish it). She could practically sit on a chair to receive her name and blessing. The dress she did wear is a hand made christening gown my great grandmother made for my grandfather. Both Norah and Lulu wore it, as well as all of my siblings starting with Andy; I believe Nate and I were actually sitting on chairs to receive our blessings, thus making us too big for the christening gown.



I'm the only one in my family who has wanted to use it thus far; but the romance and the sentiment of it create beauty beyond the lace in my mind.