Life in Black and White

Grab-Bag

Babies. An Easter cactus from Rundy James. Forced blooms. Eggs in nesting boxes like clockwork. Boys playing. Grandma snowshoeing. Pip falling asleep while eating.

The stuff of life.

 

Freshly Shorn

This was Pip's VERY FIRST trim. When you're bald as a newly laid egg until after you turn 1, you don't need to lose any hairs for a good long while.

My Little Potato Pippin

He was excavating in the garden and unearthed treasure. (I posted the blurry pictures because there was only one UNblurry picture and--look at him. That face. So proud and pleased.)

Little Pip has been living up to his name lately, in every way conceivable. His emotions run high, no matter the variety. The emotions change--glee and anger and excitement and humor and self-pity and affection--but the intensity never does. He is a boy of theatre, and parenting him these days stumps me often. But what it's come down to recently? Realizing how much I need to invest time in knowing him. How much he wants some steady one-on-one attention every single day. And so we forge ahead, learning each other's angles and curves more and more. He's my little gooseberry. 

The Real McCoy

 Marnie wearing the self-same sweater and bonnet her Grandma Purdy wore coming home from the hospital.

And one of the shirts I wore as a wee babe.

Spring-ing!

It was one of those tantalizing first days of spring, and we decided to make the most of it. Park. Pizza. Ice cream cones and a movie at home. Can't really beat it. 

Slides were a big hit for the boys, unsurprisingly.

The slides were ALSO a big hit for me. Why, you ask? 

Just look. Look.

In their glory.

In his glory (of the brooding, black and white variety). 

Home again. The euphoria continued. (Any guesses what the movie was? They loved it. Also, you've never really watched a movie if you haven't seen Tadhg and Pip watch a movie...)

Yep. We'll take s'more spring.