Ike spends much of his time looking through books.  He flips the pages and mutters to himself like a crazy old librarian.  The performance is quite convincing and part of me wonders if he is actually searching for the answer to life's mysteries.

I know I have said it before, but it has never been more true.  There are too many kids in this tub. Rocky made bath bombs for Activity Days and everyone wanted to try it out.

Sometimes the best moments aren't the prettiest.

 I looked everywhere for Ike, and in this apartment there just aren't a lot of places to hide.  I finally found him.

 Cleaning the church is easy when you have all these kids.  At least for now while they still think it's fun.

 Easter. Again.  We did all the stuff and it was fun.

 Ike got caught in the Tinkertoy tub.  I left him there for longer than I should probably admit.

 I am not exactly sure why I took this picture but it makes me laugh.  I remember being a teenager and hanging out with Shanan who lived next door.  She had 4 kids and I was shocked at how many clothes she was folding.  And now it is me!

 At Buena Vista during spirit week they have a "dress your age day".  I think it is bizarre.  I guess it started in high schools and the freshmen were supposed to dress like babies, and the seniors like old people.  But at the elementary school they can pick any age to dress up.  I am already the kind of mom that doesn't get involved so they put their outfits together themselves.  Daisy was a teenager and Rocky an adult.  I tried to get her to smile but she said she wanted to look like a real adult.  I think they nailed it, except Daisy is the one that should have the brooding look.

 We have used Grandpa Ike's stool chair in our bathroom for years and little Ike LOVES to sit on it.

 Spring is at least sort of here.  There have been some incredible days mixed in with the rain.  The blossoms are incredible all over the city.

 And with the sun out again I can feel myself coming back alive.  Everything is easier, and kinder.  The kids are happy.  Our apartment doesn't seem so small and the world is gorgeous.
I ran all the way up to the top of the butte by myself on Saturday.
I am a social being, an extrovert, and I generally don't like doing things alone.  But lately I have been finding a peace and joy in being by myself.

 Bonus Picture:  Rockin' in the community room.

 Also, I saw this sign in the Masonic Cemetery.  It made me sad, and it made me laugh.  And it also made me feel guilty even though I didn't steal any plants.

What's next, punching kittens?