March Fun

You know what they say about Texas weather . . .

If you don't like it,

just wait a day.

Those two pix were taken about a week apart, but it's always amazing how quickly our plants respond to lengthening days and warmer temps.

When he visits, Little Man starts the day needing a light jacket over long sleeves and by lunchtime he's stripped to a diaper for puddle jumping.  "It's WET!  It's all WET!" he squeals.

Here are some pictures of the fun we've had in March.

Now that we've finally turned the car seat around to face forward,
D likes to tell HeyYea, "HeyYea, you're good driver!"
Instructions from our back seat driver: "Red means stop.  Green means go."
"Watch out!!  Watch out!  Look!"
Then as soon as we're parked in the driveway,
our newest driver scrambles to the best seat.
"Daniel good driver!"
 

Since the day we stopped on a walk to watch a forklift in action,
hard hats have been a topic of great interest.
At home D wore his Dad's bike helmet all day--even to the library.
He found this white hard hat in a stack of GiGi's mixing bowls.

 

When Hunka Cheese found out that his little Homey likes helmets and hard hats, he showed up with a special present.

A real hard hat with stickers and drilling mud
from when Hunka Cheese worked at Weatherford.

Adjusting the fit.

Blurry and squealing with joy!

My hard hat, Matey!

Thank you, Hunka Cheese.

 

For Daniel's party on February 22, I purchased foil balloons at the Family Dollar.  Four weeks later, they were still floating.  (Quite a bargain, aye?)

 

"Daniel hiding in a balloons."

"Here I am!"

There's a bucket of smooth black stones by our sandbox.
One day GiGi and Daniel were tossing stones onto the path,
and it was time to gather them all up to throw again.
D picked up one or two and then sat on the patio to watch.
Knowing that Mr. Two doesn't respond so well to direct commands,
GiGi demonstrated how much fun it was to sing and pick up,
with special dramatic flair.  Daniel didn't budge,
but in his most encouraging voice, he commented,
"Good job, GiGi!!" 

GiGi works in the garden a lot between visits from D.
He's very tempted by the tool bucket; when I tell him they're GiGi's tools,
he gets wide-eyed and very serious, saying, "They dain - jus." (dangerous)

Our recycled cardboard garage is holding up
after a month of love.