Weekly Roundup: Results Not Typical

Notice the disclaimer in the title? This was a really nice week. We got done what needed to be done, and some besides. And there was a lot of beauty to behold. Some I remembered to capture, some I just relished from the inside.

Later, we will peek behind the scenes with Brenda's Keeping It Real event on April 1st, but for now...

We started last weekend like this, remember?

I. do. not. know what we were thinking.

I guess we were thinking it was a beautiful weekend and that it had been years since we did a community egg hunt. I guess we were looking forward to girls in their Easter finery while some classy denomination played Vivaldi's "Spring" softly in the background.

I guess now--on the other side of the Christian rap/rock music, the live band and the decibels--we're thinking it served as a good inoculation against how the "others" work out their salvation. None of us left intrigued or excited; just kind of sick and sad. Oh, and incredulous.

Blech.

Eeek! Get off the ground in your LIGHT PINK skirts girls! You don't need to crawl! You can squat! SQUAT!

Ah. Sunday morning. He is risen!

Plenty of pretty dresses to fit everyone in the hand-me-down closet. This is the hat Fifi assembled for herself, patterned after an Edwardian hat she and her Daddy found on a website.

Yes. I know. She really is the cutest 12 year old ever. I wish I'd been her when I was 12. I should stop now; I'll embarrass her. I can almost hear her say, "Oh, Mommy..." which, of course, is just--cute.

Later in the week, the Christmas ants arrived in the mail. This ant farm invention is fascinating! You must run right out and buy one for yourself! (And no one paid me to say that.)

"Look to the ant, thou sluggard!"

And let me tell you, we have been these last few days. And I feel like quite a sluggard about the 20 minutes I sat watching them break through another tunnel wall this evening. And somewhere, there is a load of laundry that did not get folded because of it. Something tells me I misapplied the Proverb.

There was the weekly trip to the library. Today we got there ahead of the government school children, so we went in and chose some books whereas we usually shop on line and send Fifi in to pick them up at the desk.

Cuddlebug is very amused by her Amelia Bedelia book. Apparently, in the story, the family is packing up to go somewhere and someone has shouted, "Come on! Let's hit the road!" So of course, Amelia picks up a stick and starts beating the pavement.

Here she is standing up to repeat the joke. Yes, Cuddlebug. We get it! So she hit the pavement. Bwa ha ha ha ha!
I just love this age. Just when you think you know them...

And finally...have I mentioned that Fifi is studying violin under a new teacher? And that Mrs. Virtuoso is fantastic! And that the chemistry between them seems good? And that this highly structured student has found a kindred spirit in Mrs. Virtuoso? And that I think a year or two down the line the whole business is going to cost her Daddy an upgrade?