between 8:00- 9:00am

Oatmeal for two.

Ian leads the way.

We walk a little.

He loves the drains.

The "kerplunk" sound that the pebble makes when it hits the water below cracks him up.

Me explaining the difference between a pebble (found on street edge) and the gigantic river rocks (found in our neighbor's landscaping). Bigger rocks= bigger "kerplunks". You can't blame him for trying.

Picking chives.

Not enjoying the onion-y taste of chives.

The rhythm of our day is changing. We are spending more time outside, and earlier too. In fact, sometimes we barely make it through breakfast before we throw something under or over or jammies and head out. Oh man, Ian loves it. Loves it. He is so much happier exploring, getting dirty, and just roaming around.

It's warming up and things are turning green-- at about 1500ft elevation I guess it takes a little longer. I'm not good with patience, but you already knew that. You'd be proud of the way I've vowed to settle down and just play it cool-- greeting Spring with nonchalance. "Oh, it's you? Huh. I'd forgotten that you were out there somewhere. Temperatures in the low 70s? Eh, take it or leave it."  That's a total lie. I'm afraid it's been quite the opposite. The verbs "hunting down" and "pestering"  and "begging" come to mind. And after yesterday (when I bought some tomato plants) I'm afraid I might be rushing it. I really only have one pace. Fast. It gets me into trouble.

My brain is a bit muddled. I've been distracted all week...in a good way-- the best possible way (read: lots of amazing ideas and images floating through my brain but not much productivity coming out.)  I know that you were hoping to hear my whole diet/exercise spiel. It's coming. I promise. I just don't have it all together yet. In the mean time...go watch this. So, so awesome! (I cried.)