springtime

Once again I have been failing in my tasks as master blogger. But here is a lovely image of the girls in their Easter dresses to make up for being out of touch for so long.

Amelia, Diana and I recently went down to Morro Bay for a visit. All of us had fun. Diana, who is usually a big home-body, now loves visiting all of her "gammas and papas." (Though she still gets testy near the end of any long drive.)

Though I got some terrific pictures of the girls on the beach, the weather near the Pacific Ocean wasn't great. It was so cold and windy it turned all of our ears red. In fact, it was so cold that the girls actually paid attention to my request that neither of them get wet during our trip to the beach.

As I usually do before I take Amelia anywhere I asked her if she needed to use the potty. And as is normal for Amelia she said, "No." Of course, once we had been at the beach a few short minutes she admitted that she really did need to go to the bathroom. I was happy, because this gave me an excuse to get out of the cold.

What's funny about all of this is that as soon as Amelia finished her trip to the bathroom she asked to go back to the beach. My response to her request was a polite and understanding, "No," but in my mind I was thinking, "Are you out of your mind?"

Amelia nearly cried when we got in the car the next day to drive home. She really wanted one more walk to the beach regardless of the weather.

I also got to take Amelia to the movies while I was on the Central Coast. Amelia and I saw Horton Hears a Who and we both enjoyed the film quite a bit. Amelia is becoming a very polite young lady and sat quietly for almost the entire 90 minutes that we were in the theater. In fact, when another child at the end of the row was making noise she looked at me and said, "We have to whisper here." "That's right," I told her - feeling very proud.

The other bit of exciting news is that a hummingbird has decided to nest outside our dining room window. I have spent a lot of time these past two days taking photographs of the tiny mommy-to-be and have tried my best to see if there are indeed two eggs in the bird's tiny nest...If I were about a foot taller, I would already know if eggs are there. As for now, I'm just assuming the hummingbird is warming something besides down and spider webs.

Lisa

P.S. As one of Amelia's bedtime games she requested that we talk about all of the rides she saw (and some she didn't) at Disneyland. Though the best stories have been told, I will still try to finish my long-winded tale of our trip to the Magic Kingdom.