Catching Up

Are you tired of pictures and no words?
I think it's rare that anyone wants words without pictures, but sometimes one gets to wondering if there's a story behind the photos!
FYI, there are.  Lots.  I think the pictures tell enough though, and if you're wondering what else is going on in our lives I'll tell ya:

 We are still with AJ's folks in California.  It's been sunny and Spring-ish, but April arrived with it's trademark sprinkling and cool to nearly-nippy cold weather.
My birthday was yesterday.  31 this year.  30 was good to me so I don't mind stepping into the next age as gracefully as possible.  AJ and I took the Bugs for a drive and a short hike to Bald Rock, then my husband took me to dinner at Johnnie's, at the Hotel Diamond in Chico, of which there are no pictures - we managed to live even without the camera to document ;-)
This weekend AJ is helping my brother move some stuff to Idaho where his family will be our new neighbors.  This is the best of news!  I have missed my family the last two years in Colorado, and can't wait to live close enough to possibly bug each other:-)  In all seriousness, Char and Hannah are our best friends.  It's unlikely we'll grow tired of each other any time soon.

School continues.  Amongst other things we finished reading a "Happy Hollisters" book which I was a hit.  We are now on to "Catch 'em Alive Jack" an autobiography of Jack Abernathy.  I hope it's good - we LOVED reading about his two little boys who crossed the West on horseback alone at the ages of 5 and 9.  Apparently Jack caught a number of wolves by shoving his fist into their open mouths.  Sound like a story for boys?  I hope so.
Carolina is getting so stinkin' persnickity!  If she wasn't so stinkin' cute, it'd be all out war for sure.
She says to me while pointing to Bryce "He a li'l wo-man"
me: "No Carolina.  He's a little man"
her: "No.  He a li'l wo-man"
me: "Boys are a little man, and girls are little women.  You are a little wo-man!"
In halting baby speech she puts me in my place: "No. YOU are  a  stink-y  li'l  WO-man!"

And so I am chastened even if it be a somewhat embelished version of the truth.

As for baby brother, he's recovering from being called a "li'l wo-man"
It hasn't seemed to faze his tiny ego.  He grunts boy-speak and kicks his legs with the passion of one dreaming of joining the ranks, and ASAP!

Things are well with us.
Very well.