Springtime

means bare feet, finally... last summer Crosby acted like he enjoyed the grass in his toes, but yesterday in Beth's backyard he was lifting up his feet away from it. Crosby loves his Nan so, so, so...



Sunday morning our home was filled with music.



That's the way I like it!



Croz has lots of fun at Granny B's. Every time we go D and I are always there together and we sit on the couch and spend time together while we watch Granny B chase Crosby all over the place, or vice versa. She is always chasing him around with some kind of food and Crosby loves her crazy ways!



Easter morning C found chocolate in his basket



And was fascinated with this spin-egg



Me and my baby guy



Happy Easter!



We love you so, so, so...

Le Monstre des Biscuits

We have a real life cookie monster on our hands.



... But a cute one!

Con·tact (kon'takt')

-Latin contactus, from past participle of contingere, to touch.

1. a. A coming together or touching, as of objects or surfaces: The doctor made contact with my mom's body today during her surgery in order to get her lymphatic system working properly again.



1. Of, sustaining, or making contact: Crosby needs constant contact with his mom in order to receive comfort during his painful ear infection.



2. c. Association; relationship: Lucy and Crosby came into contact and played in the sunshine on Saturday.



1. b. The state or condition of touching or of immediate proximity: Yesterday when preparing for a walk, I tried to put mittens on C so that his hands would stay warm. He would not allow this. He had to have direct skin-to-skin contact while holding Gus.



2. b. Visual observation: Grandpa and Crosby made contact with the airplanes in the sky.

Snow & Yoga

I used to not be fond much of the snow, but it must be having Crosby now that makes me love it so much! He is truly madly deeply in love with the snow. I have had a riot watching him watch it, and now that he can walk... play a little in it. Every morning he wakes up, we open the blinds together and talk about the weather. This morning we opened them and were practicing saying 'snow.' He kept going, "Ssssssss.... ssssssss... "

Later when we were running around outside, I caught this short snippit of him saying, "sssss" for snow!



Oh, and I am officially embarking on a Bikram Yoga journey tomorrow.

Pray that I don't pass out!

We

were out for a walk later this evening and I'm glad we decided to go because it was perfect timing for the sunset! It was really pretty, with those orange and pink sherbet clouds...

Last Friday Croz was in heaven with the fresh falling snow.



Over the weekend he was testing out his birthday suit... jumpsuit, that is... while munching on an apple. That's the best way to exercise: while you're eating!



Dad and C were rippin' it up in the guitar room until Croz figured out how to adjust the amp.



Crosby LOVES to swing... can't wait for summertime, Junga!



We received an early St. Patrick's Day surprise on our porch; SO nice. Just wish we knew who to thank!



But if the sneak little Leprechaun is out there somewhere reading this... please know how much we enjoyed those gold coins.

The Neverending Doorbell

I am going to journal in bits and pieces about our incredible journey in Bangladesh as my memory will surely fade and someday soon I will forget some of the small things.

Out of the many curious happenings there, the doorbell at the house we stayed in in Dhaka was high on the list... I had to take a video of it.



I wanted to remember the sound of this. The family had this in the bedroom D and I slept in, along with D's mom and aunt. This is at D's cousins' house in Dhaka. It was a little crazy because right when we arrived we had serious jet lag and it took us two full days to recover. The six year old boy kept ringing this doorbell to try and wake us up. Really we were in and out of consciousness for those two days and this chirping sound felt like part of a dream, with the way it starts loud and then decrescendos into a whispering trill. There's a little red light on it that blips to the chirping and I remember seeing it through the mosquito net surrounding our bed over and over again as I faded in and out. Same thing when I was so sick; if I would have had the strength I would have smashed it to pieces. But now as I look back this sound is creating some nostalgia!

Catchup

Lucky for us, we've mostly been having fun lately, birthday mania!

Croz and I were able to make it out to Davis's birthday party... (l-r) Jeremy, Crosby, Davis, Amber



There were tons of kids/people running around at the party. But Crosby's world consisted only of he and this huge blue bow.



Here we are in our Wall-E masks at Davis's party:



Then last week the Harkers came over so just Davis and Crosby could play on their own



There they go, ready to ransack the place! Hopefully they find out soon that garbages are not cool.



The "Beemis & Mansfield" pants from Bangladesh... lookin' good, guys!



Crosby's birthday cake, compliments of Nan



He couldn't believe the big celebration was all in his honor!



One of my favorite pictures ever



Let us out of the color pool!



Crosby's great uncles



The 24th is Hallie's birthday too... Cat & Hals, we love you guys!



Luce and Croz had to have a goodnight kiss... yeah this is a cute picture but it is ten times more darling in person



Last but not least, look how happy Croz is with ALL THREE of his grandparents!



I had to put up pictures of those fun bday and friend memories we had. It is neat for Crosby to have friends! All around his same age. I must say that tonight I am feeling especially thankful for the friends in my life. I had such a great time hanging with Joanna tonight! And a nice long phone convo earlier today with Sarah. And those Skype sessions with Jess all the way from India... THE BEST! It feels so good to stay caught up. And Karin... you have become a dear friend. I will be so sad if you don't keep in touch :( My soul feels energized after our talks. I find over and over how friends are sometimes necessary to get you from one point to the next in life. And quite possibly the same happens for them. To all of my friends and family: thank you, I love you!