Pull the anchor, and the grabber plummets to earth.
When he grows up and invents something that makes the world a better place, I'll be able to show folks these photos of his early tinkering.
P.S. I got a job! I am going to be a Middle School teacher next year! I am approximately 53% relieved and 47% terrified.
She worked at it for hours after coming home, and practically every stuffed animal in the house is now the proud owner of a cozy scarf.
(Notice Jordan, the black bear, patiently waiting for his scarf to be finished...)
I believe that was the first ukulele/rain stick duet I've ever heard.
Tomorrow, some flowers will grow in the gardens. Why have I never before discovered the awesomeness of making stencils???
Oh, and hide a toy inside the ball so you can crack the thing open in a couple of days, and discover the toy that you hid. The most random after-school activity in the history of the universe.
Yay for Grammy and Grampy, who wanted to hang with the kids for the final few days of Spring Break. Chad and I decided to divide the time evenly, with 50% allocated to getting-out-of-dodge and 50% for job hunting / taxes. Since the second 50% is decidedly unfun, I'll focus on the first half.
It seriously blows my mind how long these two will play with Lego. Sometimes they collaborate on projects, but more often they just work on their own things, while keeping each other company. Then, inevitably, one of them will try to control some aspect of what the other one is doing. A battle of wills will ensue. Someone will leave the room, possibly in tears.
I would advise against walking barefoot in our living room if you weigh more than 50 pounds. :)
The Easter Bunny was up to his same old tricks this year. He filled and hid eggs, ate a carrot, and then scampered off to somewhere else. In the morning, just like last year and the the year before that, (along with seven unblogged years of parenthood), the kids found eggs while Chad and I drank coffee and gave the occasional egg hint. 
The tradition gets tweaked a bit from year to year, and this time around the Bunny filled most of the eggs with teeny little squres of paper. On each square was a letter, and the letters, when correctly arranged, told the kids where to look for their goodies. 
Honey mustard pretzels in the mailbox, for instance. Big ticket item.
There was a bit of chocolate to be found, too. The Bunny must have known that we've run out of Girl Scout cookies. :)
Poor old Berbs misses his sister. He's been doing a lot more meowing lately (or, "mrowing" as Trev calls it) and he seems to be wandering around aimlessly. Of course, he has a brain the size of a walnut, so we could be projecting our own human sense of loss on him. But I don't think so. I think the guy's lonely.
