What day is it?

That's right. It's March 30, and we woke up to snow this morning! It's not that common to have snow here in the winter, maybe 2 or 3 times, let alone this late in the season!! Our poor daffodils' heads were drooping, but by the time we came home from church it had all melted, and the only evidence of a snow storm was a half-melted snowman at the neighbors'.

So much for getting a head start on the garden!

While I was out snapping a few photos this morning, Seth was creating his own natural disaster with the plastic wrap. He's figured out how to get the roll out of the box, and before long he found himself in the middle of about 10 feet of crinkly, clear plastic that stuck to his hands, shoes and itself.

Today was his first day in Nursery at church since he turned 18 months last week. He was more ready to go than dad was ready to let him go. He was happy playing and snacking with the other kids, and was sufficiently worn out so that he didn't even make it home before crashing for his nap.

I didn't post Easter photos last week, so here are a few. We went to a fun Easter egg hunt and party on Saturday at the park up the street. Luckily the weather held out for a nice day.

Much to Matt's disapproval, this is a must to share. We borrowed these ears from Seth's friend Sophia, and my quick finger on the camera trigger caught this on film during the entire 2 seconds he allowed them to be on his head.

He loves to go down the slide! This was one of the few times he went down feet first. Our little dare devil likes to dive head first. Oh to be young and fearless again!

Dancing Queen!

Yes, that's me! While looking through our photos the other night, I came across this one of when I was a dance troupe called the "Gold Dees". We had practice every week and mostly performed for University of Utah basketball games and dance competitions. I silently mouthed "step-ball-change, step-ball-change" as the song "Celebration" by Kool and the Gang rang through the speakers (it was, after all, 1979). My hair is straight as a board, so to get just the right amount of curly loftiness, Mom would roll up my damp hair in permanent rods, and I wore them to school with a scarf on my head to make it less conspicuous. ???? I only remember a few moments of teasing at school, but boy did they feel silly when I came to school the next day with cute curls, although by then they had been slept on and considerably flatter than the night before at my big performance. It was the one and only time in my life that I've been able to do the splits. At the ripe age of 7, I retired from dancing when we moved to Wyoming. Oh, what could have been...

In other random news at our house, here are a few of photos of Seth. Whenever there's a break in the clouds, we take a walk up the street to the park. He's all boy! He's fearless on the playground equipment, going down the slides head first!

We put Matt's Christmas present from Seth (backpack) to good use on a rare March sunny day walking at the blueberry slough in Bellevue.

We had a play date with some friends, and Seth loved Ava's little rocking chair.

"Thanks, Ava, for letting me play on your rocking chair!"

This one's for Aunt Terilyn in Georgia. This onesie was a gift from her when they went to Charleston, SC. Thanks, Auntie...can't wait to see you soon!

Seth's learning to eat with utensils. Most of the time he turns the spoon upside down before it gets to his mouth, hence he chooses the latter option of "eat it or wear it." Thank goodness for big bibs with a pocket to catch it all!

OK that's all my braggin' for now. Last photo is a diaper cake I made for a coworker on his last day in our office before embarking on the journey to be a stay-at-home dad to his three kiddos, the youngest being a 6-week old girl. Good luck, Troy!