Because I spent last week blogging about Easter, I skipped over the first day of Spring. That morning though when the girls woke up I told them that something mysterious had happened. I had gone down to the kitchen, and apparently a visitor had come and left something for them. It was the Spring Bunny, and this is what they found at each of their places at the table.
(This is actually a picture of Darren's breakfast. Because what man doesn't need to start the day with a pink-frosted bunny cinnamon roll?)
The Spring Bunny also left them each a package of flower seeds to plant. (This was the day before the blizzard we got.) Maybe someday I'll have pictures to post of full-grown, flowering sweet peas. Hopefully they'll be more successful than the pumpkin we tried to grow (in a styrofoam cup) last Fall.
Here are my little spring bunnies:
Yesterday was the first day they really got to play outside. They came back in about 30 minutes later with streaming noses and a sand bucket full of their treasures, including dead raggedy pinecones (which are now "decorating" the kitchen table. That is a mother's love, for sure.) and pieces of concrete from our rapidly disintegrating patio (I drew the line at those in the house).
This morning the first thing they wanted to do was go back out again. This time they took their babies out for an airing as well.
They're back inside now because Shelley (one of the dolls) has fallen, hurt her knee, and "blood is gushing out." I'm in charge of triage.