The Bean takes a dip

Summer time is upon us in Texas... well sort of.
One day it feels warm enough to swim, the next day there are gale force winds- Alan keeps reminding me that it is still technically Spring.  Whatevs.  The kids and I are ready to swim.  We need to get the new pool broken in.

Last weekend we heated up the pool to a toasty 90 degrees and presto- it felt like mid August in South Texas.  The kids had a ball!  Even the Bean.  He loves the water.  The Diva didn't want water in her ears (thanks, Grita).  And, Opal, well... she marches to the beat of her own drummer.  She was just as content to climb the stairs on the deck.

Before you go any further- let me apologize for the stark white image you are about to be forced to see.  You may even want to excuse yourself for some sunglasses.  Seriously.  No, really. Like maybe some cool, pink, princess shades...?
 

Strategically placed baby 

What kind of pool post would this be without beer?

Hootie and Opal chillin' on the "Whale Deck"

Is this a group picture or a pic of the empties?  Hard to say.

The Diva

I hope you are getting your swim on, too!  We are luh-huving the new pool!

Peace out.

XOXO

PS- I warned you about the glare!

"Mommy, I not old"

That is the response I got when I asked the Diva how it felt to be three years old...
I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?

We've been celebrating her birthday since mid March, but for some reason it really hit me like a ton of bricks on her actual birthday.  I got all sappy thinking about the day she was born.  Turns out, I am going to be THAT mom.  Who knew?  Well, I had a sneaking suspicion...

The drought and then all the rain has yielded a bumper crop of bluebonnets in Central Texas this year.  They are everywhere and absolutely breathtaking! 

I begged her to hold her brother while she posed in the bluebonnets, even for just one picture.
But as everyone very well knows (or at least ought, too)... "flowers are for girls, Mommy.  Anyway, I think Stratty wants me to do it by myself."

 There you have it.

Peace out from Campbell's House!
Xoxo

Holy Cow

Easter at the ranch is:

always fun

usually hot

sometimes rainy

tradition- at least 25 years and counting

a feast

material for at least a year's worth of family gossip

dusty

better with a cool adult beverage

almost unbearable if you're pregnant

a test of your county girl apptitude

a challenge for a germ-a-phobe

the perfect place for cascarones and an egg hunt

not the perfect place to tinkle ...
(unless you like an outhouse or a nature squat)

friends

family

fellowship

and.... feeding the cows!

Piranha in the his-ouse

You guessed it:  the boy has teeth.  Yes, plural! Two teeth on bottom.
Popped through a couple of chompers and rolled over all in the same day!  What a show-off!

Peace out from Leander!
Happy Easter!
XO