Here’s some pictures from last Wednesday’s play group:

At one point Lex and his friend Samantha were standing alone by the window having such a lively conversation.  They were both chatting and babbling up a storm and they seemed to know exactly what the other one was saying.  I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time!

Lex pointed out various cars to her:

And she would shrug and respond:

Finally when it was time to go, Sam gave Lex a farewell hug:

And a kiss:  (could they be any cuter?)

Lex is talking so much these days.  He’s now singing songs on his own (with hand motions).  Most of the time we can even identify what verse he’s on!

Oh, and the other day he sneezed and then said to himself: “Bless you, me.”  Such a polite boy…

Here’s the last of the pictures from Tuesday morning:

Another U-haul trailer packed with furniture and headed back to Boise…(and no, the boy in the trailer was not allowed to go along, despite his grandparents’ wishes).

Sweet outfit Lex!

Tim’s parents arrived on Thursday afternoon, and they headed back to Boise this morning.  Over the weekend we hit a few estate sales and even managed to do some yardwork.

Friday was gorgeous and warm.  Lex even got to play with his water table for a while.

On Sunday morning we met Becky and Dayn at Gravy for breakfast (mmmm…oatmeal brulee!)

After breakfast we played at OMSI for a while (since it was $2 admission day).

There was a full T-rex skeleton on display, which was cool.

Rats!!!

Lex’s favorite part at OMSI was typing on various computer keyboards (which he could have done at home).  I’m not saying he’s his father’s son or anything, but…

It was gorgeous outside yesterday, so we took a family walk around the greenspace behind our house.  There were hundreds of ladybugs in the field.  They were everywhere!

I started reciting the old nursery rhyme, “Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home.”  But then I stopped as I remembered the rest: “Your house is on fire and your children are gone.”  What kind of thing is that to teach your young child?  What’s wrong with nursery rhymes anyway? Why do they all have to be about babies falling out of treetops, bridges collapsing, and houses burning?

Last Saturday Tim and I went to see “Walking with Dinosaurs” at the Rose Garden (featuring life-sized animatronic dinosaurs).  We figured that the show would either be too scary and/or long for a two year old, so we dropped Lex off with a friend of mine.  Despite being the only adults there without a kid in tow, we had a great time on our date (and even splurged for the ridiculously priced $7 popcorn).

We’ve had some awesome springlike weather lately.  Tim brought out the camera during one of those sunny afternoons to take some of these great photos of Lex:

We recently decided to move Kiwi’s memorial stone from the hillside behind our house to our fenced backyard.  I wanted to plant flowers around it and bring her stone a little closer to home.  Lex still talks about her, and we miss her every day.