"Hey- just what have you been doing that makes you too busy to blog?"
Oh, you know, same old, same old. Giving our nine-year-old Pop Rocks candy for the first time and watching him freak out. Then laughing hysterically rather than comfort him.
We're also finishing up our spring break, which we celebrated by discovering that the auger won't turn on our snow thrower, making the ten inches of unexpected snow we received early this morning somewhat problematic. Thankfully, there are five of us capable of scooping and shoveling, and a very nice neighbor with a fully-functioning thrower who descended upon us in our hour of need. Never fear, mint chocolate chunk cookies have been baked as payment.
Pretty. Also wet and heavy, as temperatures were right around freezing. But pretty.
When we weren't at the library this week, I was trying to expose our children to a little culture via the sculpture park in Des Moines. They ignored the artwork and repeatedly rolled down the embankment. It would seem that we just can't help but raise savages.
Then we went home and they did science experiments, so I guess we're doing something right, however accidental.
I enjoyed the sculpture park, anyway, and will now regale you with tiny tales of my most and least favorite sculptures: my least was the one of the naked woman, not because there was anything wrong with it, but more because our boys kept veering close to it, giggling madly while Adelaide harrumphed in eleven-year-old girl superiority. My favorite was this one:
It reminded me of the book The Invisible Man, which in turn gave me the heebee-jeebees because man, what a weird book.
Atticus's favorite was the newest sculpture of a polka-dotted squash, which I found to be both whimsical and depressing, as we are at that time of year when I start to believe I will never see anything growing and alive outside again. In short, I am a delight to be around. As usual.