Margot the Mini

[The content of this post was going to seem incredibly trivial in light of our country's current turmoil.  So I want to acknowledge that I am deeply saddened and praying for these families and our nation through the waves of evil that are pounding on us all.  "And when my heart is overwhelmed, please lead me to the Rock that is higher than I."  Psalm 61:2]

Margot's crib- as in room, not bed...though her bed is also a crib.

A project in the living room and a new curtain inspired this little nursery makeover.  Everything's subject to change around here, so watch it.  The curtain is just tacked up with a few sewing pins right now, due to lack of curtain rod due to lack of window trim for mounting such an apparatus.  Also, you might notice the pattern is sideways...umm, yeah.  It's one of two gigantic panels from Ikea, hung horizontally.  I need to cut it in half and make a second panel (my brother has the other biggy in his daughter's nursery, fyi).  I love the sweet, old-fashioned floral with the graphic rug!

This bad boy was formerly in the living room.  If only we could have gotten a video of Andrew and I transporting it up the stairs, around tight corners, and here to rest.  It was the opposite of awesome.  But totally worth the hernia!  I love it in her room.  I repainted it right on the spot- Benjamin Moore's Barren Plain, with the exception of the back, which is BM's Atrium White.

Oh- there's the little gnome now!

Bobsie twins, Mother Goose, Beatrix Potter, Trixie Belden, mice, cookie cutters, glitter-eared sheep, a sound machine.

I popped a few pink messy-dots (??) on Margot's once wicked-boring lamp shade.  I want to grab some ribbon to trim it out next time I'm at JoAnn's

Oh sweet child of mine.

Kids say (and do) the darnedest things.

Melting snow and thawing ground are teaming up to create endless puddles for endless enjoyment here at the farm.  Before supper tonight, Oliver peeked his head in from outside and declared, "I'm just gonna go play in my favorite puddle real quick, then I'll be in."  Sentimental little dude.

Georgi had a real spiritual moment today while looking at the butter that was about to go on her banana bread.  "I love this butter.  It's my best friend.  Forever."  Proud mommy.

Miss Margot...oh the trouble she got into today!  After she unwrapped and sampled G's dirty diaper, I airlifted her to the bath.  But don't worry, I didn't stunt all her fun- she did get to pee on the floor en route.  Magically, that puddle didn't get stepped in.  I'm calling it a victory. 

So, who thinks it's a good thing I prayed for patience with my children this morning before they tried me?...though I could've used approximately 2.5 tons more.

Scenes from our holiday...

We celebrated Easter at my parents' house with my brother's family, my aunt and uncle, and Andrew's parents.  [Mom and Dad just built their house this last year, and there are still a few loose ends to tie up- hence the trim situation looking an awful lot like ours.]


Celebrating Jesus with handfuls of candy before breakfast.



Helping auntie make 'Empty Tomb' rolls.

My brother Isaac, my beautiful sister-in-law, Jessica, and the lovely Daphne.

Nana and Gigi.

March Madness.

The girls were up bright and early Sunday morning, so Andrew spent part of the afternoon sitting next to his dad on the chair and a half, watching basketball through his eyelids.  He missed the Ware injury, so I had to retell it.  Thought I would maybe exaggerate (on accident, of course), but it was so dreadful, there was no room for embellishment.

My beautiful auntie Hopper (Mignonette) and a sleeping G.

Mom and Daph.  Both so pretty!

I realize it's a little premature for another family photo shoot, but if all of us are awake, nice, wearing unstained clothes, and breathing, there will be pictures taken.  Three different locations, slightly differing results. 

The outdoor attempt was..uh..an attempt.

I don't know if it's the 2 feet of snow and freezing temps, or what my problem is, but I was not ready for Easter this year.  It came, just the same.  Jesus- the Creator of the universe- became a human, lived in our sin-sick world, died a humiliating and painful death, felt the wrath of God for the sins of all mankind, and ROSE FROM THE DEAD, and all I can do for Him is make 1.2 million deviled eggs and go to church Sunday morning?  Lame.  Plus the deviled eggs weren't really for him, they were more for me.  (Side note: Andrew thought of another name to use for the eggs on Easter, seeing as DEVILED is slightly sacrilegious.  His suggestion was something stupid.. I wish I could remember.)  Joking aside, church was really wonderful, and we had a blessed day with family, so we were able to soak in and celebrate the fact that he is risen indeed! 

We also managed to make it through our carton of  Resurrection Eggs (we crammed 3 in yesterday...), so that helped focus our thoughts a little.  After opening the final *empty* egg last night:
A: Gigi, why do you think the egg is empty?
G: Beclubs (meaning because)
A: Because why?
G: Beclubs God took the candy out.
She's a confused little christian.  But Hallelujah anyhow!