Spring Sabbath

"My baby and I are looking for my brothers."

"It's time for church and I know they're hiding around here somewhere. Ooo! Here are some pretty flowers. Baby, don't get all dirty before church!"

"Of course, where else would you expect to find monkeys?"

"Come on boys, primary isn't that bad."

Sweet Tones of the Heart

For family home evening this week I asked the boys to draw a picture of our family. Here is Cole's picture:

And here is Grant's:

In both pictures I am on the left and Sue is on the right.

As Grant was drawing he kept adding more and more hair. We then had the following exchange.

Grant: I'm drawing you, dad. You have kind of a lot of hair.
Me: Thank you.
Sue: I think he's talking about after the resurrection.

Hmmm, for the closing song I think we need to sing "Let us oft speak kind words".

Our lesson next week will be on the prophet Elisha.

FHE: On Location

Leaving the house for Family "Home" Evening (and picnic dinner) is a great idea:
1. Spill all you want, I don't have to clean it up.
2. Ready-made lessons abound, with lots of visual aids

3. The activity portion is always a huge hit!
We did have to touch on the "modesty" topic towards the end, for Brynnie's sake (I'm pretty sure streaking is not condoned in "For the Strength of the Youth.")
And even though we brought a couple donuts for dessert, some of us just ate dirt. Mmmmmm.

Location: Salmon Creek (across the street and down the hill from our house.)

The Blustery Day

The boys got kites for Easter and today was the first day with sufficient wind to fly them. Due to a sudden "potty issue" we didn't keep at it long but we got both of them aloft for a few minutes.

North West Easter

Let's go look for eggs outside the Zabriskie's house!

The Easter Gnome? Whatever. As long as there's eggs hidden we don't care who hid them.

Nor do we care where they are hidden. Trees are fair game.

That basket is starting to get pretty full.

Peek-a-boo Buzz Lightyear! Someone get that boy a belt.

I think we found them all... I hope.

To the toddler goes the spoils.

They all look pretty spoiled to me.

Eggscellent!

I know you'll find this hard to believe.

Two four year olds. Twenty raw eggs. Five colors.

On some of them we even applied eye and mouth stickers.

Not a single breakage.

Another Easter miracle.