Sunday adventure here we come!

Anniversary weekend! What a great way to spend our weekend! Picnic, exploring (or trespassing haunted abandoned barns by the Iowa border, depending on who you talk to), soccer, friends over, phew! It was fantastic and FULL!

Madeline & Rob

And we are off!

Amy & Rob April 11, 1998

Sam-8, Madeline-5, Noah Baker-4

My favorite part of this picture is Noah's standard one pant leg up above his boot.  He wears these boots EVERY DAY!

Picnic by the creek...

My dare-devil girl...

Go PINK! Number 15 after her first game!

Madeline AKA Super Soccer Star!

warming up....

Noah painting with the porch with sidewalk chalk/paint. Rob was super excited we decided to paint the porch instead of the sidewalk....hey, it's washable Bob-I mean Rob :) :) :) :) :) :)

Sam & his buddy Tyler recreating Diary of a Wimpy Kid...it was AWESOME!

Easter

Easter weekend! Sam took a break from showing off his mad-bike-riding skills to plot with his little sister...hmmmm.

SPRING we welcome you!

 

Flower girls...

Noah Baker Easter egg seeking

Noah Baker

Rocking out the show Easter weekend....

Sam & Jacob

Noah giving Rob a few pointers

La ala la la la

Noah's eyes light up...is it really...a chocolate bunny?! Of my very own????

YES!

Amongst all the excitement..the bunny took a tumble.  Chocolate bunnies, it seems; break very easiliy.

Happy Easter? 

Happy Easter my ASS!

curly madeline sue

Madeline the morning after her squishy curlers!

curly girl enjoying our afternoon!!!

tuning Rob's guitar....

squishy rollers

Rob's new weekend hobby...yum!!!

If he keeps baking bread & playing me a diddy or two...I'll bake cookies whenever I need to!!!

In the mornings Madeline wants to put my hot rollers in her hair..too hot I say! So finally the other day I said I would get her some soft squishy-not-hot ones.  Tonight after bath we put the squishy rollers in...she was SO excited to go to bed with rollers in her hair...her very own.  We are excited to see how it turns out in the morning!!! :)

cookies

Rob's subtle hint...

Madeline vs MORNING...

Madeline and the horrible, terrible, no good, very bad MORNING.

First her mother insisted she wear her socks on the INSIDE of her tights, when everyone knows that socks are ALWAYS on the outside when wearing tights, or else your shoes don't fit right. And everyone also knows that if your tights are the same color as your skirt then it is absolutely necessary to wear two different color socks...on the outside. Terrible.
Then her mother insisted she brush her hair. TOO much insisting if you ask me. Why do I even have to have hair? Hair isn't necessary. I do not like hair. I do not like hair clippies. I do not like hair ponies. I do not like my mother. I do not like hair- bands. My mother finally brushed my hair. Then the brush got stuck in my hair. I cried. My mother said we have to hurry; or we will be late for school. Why do I have to go to school? Very bad.

Finally my mother took the scissors and cut a knot out of my hair. It was horrible. I now have a bald spot. I hope it grows back before my presidential inauguration. Not good.

Then my mother insisted I eat my breakfast, the only thing I could stomach after a morning like this was Cinnamon Toast Crunch, in my favorite bowl with my favorite pretty spoon with the flower on it, and the little glass with the ring around. My mother ran out of milk. My older brother Sam ate the last of the Cinnamon toast crunch. I did not want a banana. I did not want a pancake. My mother served me toast. One piece of toast without crust in a circle, lightly golden brown would have been tolerable. Did I get that for breakfast? No. My mother BURNT my toast. It was square shaped, with the crust, and burnt, black. Ew. No thank you. Terrible.

When we finally left for school...it was raining and I saw a black cat dart across the yard. I thought it was Cricket running away...in the rain! My mother refused to turn around, something about being late for school. I was having the most terrible, horrible, very bad morning, ever.

Well...finally...my mother turned on my favorite rock-out song. My day was getting a little better.

At 8:12 I got a visit from the counselor. My mother had called the school (GASP!!!). Turns out, the black cat running in our yard was NOT Cricket, turns out Cricket was sitting on top of the refrigerator the entire time. And Cleo said that she can't even tell my mother ruined my hair with scissors, she said her mother cuts out knots all the time. Morgan said she never gets to eat Cinnamon Toast Crunch for breakfast. Only pop-tarts.

Turns out that my horrible, terrible, no good, very bad MORNING wasn't so bad after all....well...at least until I got home from school-SAM!!!!

kids+chicks= Awwwww!

chick days at the ferguson's...

Madeline bonding with "Sally" and "Suzie"...

Sam and "Nugget"