Tragicomedy

Rowy was kind enough to regale us with a serious tale of woe while we waited for the St. Patty's Parade to begin. Funny thing is, his audience failed to catch his intended mood. :)

Spotted!

I took Tomy on a momma date lasterday to the Rosenbruch Wildlife Museum.

We spotted lots of interesting animals and insects. But I was most intrigued by the sighting of this rare and noble mammal. I've seen this specific specimen before, but never in such close proximity nor in such an unexpected locale. Needless to say, the encounter set my heart to racing with excitement - causing me to completely forget the camera around my neck - but I did manage enough courage to make a hasty approach. The moment of contact was fleeting, but unforgettable!

 

What We Found

Today, as the kids and I prepared and planted this little patch of garden, we found buried treasure!

transplanted chives and creeping rosemary - the bees are in love!

We found a decent sized and surprisingly firm carrot that had hidden itself over the winter. We also found some potatoes that we neglected to dig up last year. I knew they were there, but the desire to harvest them was superseded by my pregnant self's ability to avoid anything resembling work. Tomy ate the carrot, but we're replanting the potatoes.

stripes and plaid? stylin'!

Tomy also found this little fellow. We've seen at least four of these guys around our property since we moved in two years ago and Tomy has been the spotter every time.

It seems sufficiently lucky, in anticipation of tomorrow's St. Patty's Day celebration, to find a snake (though we shan't drive him out), potatoes (no famine here), and a carrot (sportin' the orange and green), all in the golden sunshine (that's more than enough treasure for me). May the season bring the luck of the Irish to you too!

Three Months

Our little Rowy Powy is 1/4 a year old today and a sweeter, more contented baby you will never meet. He loves to coo, but getting him to laugh takes some serious work. His cheeks are just right for smooching and if you get him just under his chin, his eyes dance with mirth.

His best friend is still the ceiling fan. Rowan doesn't seem to mind that his conversations with this friend are decidedly one sided and is frequently delighted to find that his friend can be found in any number of locations.

Tomy and Hazel are glad that Rowan is getting bigger and more capable of handling their rather rambunctious displays of affection. The three are getting to be the sweet little group. It isn't unusual for the older siblings to stop in the middle of their play to wonder about the whereabouts of their younger brother.

We sure love our little guy!