Play...Date!

Before everything fell apart On Saturday, our wonderful neighbors graciously offered to watch the boys for a couple of hours so that Hubs and I could have a lunch date - and shop for a new dishwasher at the local Sears, courtesy of me opening my big fat mouth asking Ms. T if she was having problems with hers which I noticed just so happened to be the same one. (And yes, they had problems with theirs - shocked?  I think not.)

It took us 5 seconds to agree to the free babysitting, and I packed the boys PBJ's in their tiger lunchboxes for the long trip across the street.  It was so adorable to see them all bundled up with their cute little backpacks on, I just had to take a picture!  They are only two, but look like little gradeschoolers on their way to school!

Mom, seriously?  Do you really need a picture NOW?

Our dishwasher shopping was somewhat fruitless in that our landlord is going to be either fixing or replacing it (hooray) but in the meantime....I'm washing dishes.  And we're getting really cozy with disposable dining wear.  Not that it matters when everyone is sick, though.  So dishwasher is on hold for today.  Hopefully he'll be calling me soon...like any minute. Anyhow, we had a fine time eating in a restaurant in one of those booths built for two (they're so much smaller than I remember!) and chatting about NOT POTTY TRAINING.  (I'm beginning to think I have a serious potty mouth problem.  I almost wrote a post dedicated to all things potty but decided you need a break because, when asked this morning, "What goals or dreams do you have for your life?" at our Mom's Group Bible Study, I blurted, "You mean, beyond potty training?"  Yeah, I've got a problem.) And just like that, our date was over and we needed to retrieve them.

The boys had so much fun at Mr. L and Ms. T's that it took everything within us to get them dressed and come home. Our neighbors love the boys so much - it's such a blessing to have them in our lives.  They are the same ones who bailed us out the very next day when Hubs was near death.  (Okay, not really, but sort of.)  God bless them!

Weee Ooooh Weee Ooooh!

Pick up a plastic egg, pop the jellybean in your mouth, toss shell aside, repeat as fast as possible.  That was how our Easter egg hunt in the backyard went yesterday.  It lasted all of about 7 minutes, until we heard

"AaaaaOOOOOOgaaahhhh!"

There was a 1930's era fire engine going down our street, filled with kids in the back.

No kidding!

So we stopped our egg hunt - it was over, anyway, and went to introduce ourselves to our new neighbor.  Who just so happens to own the very same engine!  Who hurried the four of us aboard as he loaded up another batch of grandkids.

We'd literally said only hello and told them our names before we were swept away on an Easter afternoon fire engine ride!  Hubs and I were holding onto the fellas for dear life, laughing, and shaking our heads.  What just happened?  Who is this guy driving us around the block?  Is this thing road-worthy?  Oh, well, his grandkids are back here with us, so it must be safe, right?

The Easter Bunny in our new town drives a fire engine!

Spring Has Sprung!

At least it feels like it.  Yesterday the Twin Cities hit a high temp we haven't seen in 3 months: 42 degrees!  I was so excited, I piled the guys in the stroller and we took a spin around the neighborhood.

 

The sunshine makes Matthew smile and squint

 

This is Nathan's "riding the bus" pose: he rips the toy off the rings and hold onto them while we ride. 

 

There's still some snow, but if the temps keep rising like this, it won't be around long.

Come on, spring!