The museum opened.

We went to ride the carousel.

The horses were all in different places.

Iris chose white instead of black.

She held on with two hands.

She was a little nervous, back on the carousel.

Akiva: “Hey, Big Sister, what’s all this white stuff?”

Iris: “Snow. It’s supposed to come in winter. I guess this year it just forgot.”

Iris: “I waited for snow all winter and it just didn’t come and didn’t come and didn’t come

and now I thought it was supposed to be spring

and I thought spring was supposed to be warmer than winter!”

Akiva: “Hmm. Bbbbbthbb. Bababa.”

Iris: “I just got so tired of waiting.”

Akiva: “Snow…“

Braised asparagus, pan-fried sweet potatoes, filet minion on the grill, red wine.

There’s a special wine section in the local fancy-foods store that has wine for girls turning four.

The blue blob with the candles poked in it is play dough—

because I couldn’t poke candles into strawberries with whipped cream, which is what we had for dessert.

By then, I was too busy eating to remember to take any more photos.

I always try to get my children to wear appropriate hats for the weather.

Akiva is rapt as Iris draws

a mama with two boobies, a belly button, eyes, legs—

but as she explains her drawing in detail,

he turns his head to the real mama—

“Eyes, boobies, legs, I love you Mama!”

We found Iris’ wheelbarrow in the middle of the woods this past winter while bushwhacking.

We were looking for trash.

It looked like it had been there a while. We took it home & cleaned it up.

Big piece!

The only problem with the wheelbarrow is:

the front wheels are tiny, the legs are huge, and the handle flexes.

If there’s any weight in it, it’s impossible to push.

After removing a log, Iris was able to push her barrow to the window where we bring the wood through.

Martin went inside. Iris handed him wood.

After a few loads, the rack is full & the wheelbarrows are put away.

Time for a little scootering.