This is the month of change.  My tiny baby with the prettiest face and button nose will turn 8 on May 9th.  I will be 30 on May 13th.  On May 30th we will no longer be residents of Ohio.

Phew!

Brace yourselves for a lot of photos.  We spent this most beautiful of beautiful spring days at Cox Arboretum.   It was, quite frankly, a selfish excursion because I have been on the hunt for a magnolia tree in bloom that I could get right up close to and draw, and since I haven’t found one conveniently in my own neighborhood I thought I surely would not go wrong there.  And I wasn’t.

But, the baby wasn’t as excited as I was about sitting in one place a drawing pictures.  I had to unstrap him and let him explore.

Can you see the maze wanderers?

It was such a beautiful day.  Things like this make me as excited as I would be at Disneyland.  Not that I’ve ever been to Disneyland, I’m just saying, I get very happy when I see wild animals basking in  the sun, posing for my camera.

Or, better yet, letting my kids join in the fun.

Well, last time I wrote we were just at the beginning of our puking diarrhea festivities.  I’ve had many days to deliberate over which is worse– washing gross cloth diapers or washing every single outfit the baby has after paper diapers have leaked all over them.  By the end of the week I decided the poop-keeping-in qualities of my cloth diapers far outweighed the convenience of throwing the disposables away because I had to do gross laundry regardless, and that way at least my baby had some clothes to wear.

Anyway, I think we’re really in the clear now.  Barry is in Denver with my camera, so by the end of this week we should be back to regular programing!! (knock on wood)