April 2010 - Actually Fools' Day

I can't remember why Crimsel and Cirrus were at the house,

but as always, when Opa is home there is fun!

The kids decided to climb up and hang on.

Their giggles and smiles are contaigous.

The play finally moved to the sofa.

They had a lot of fun.

It reminded of me when our children were small and they would climb all over their then home-teacher, later to be Dad. They had a lot of fun.

March 2010

In March we had Crimsel's birthday. In his family,

the fifth birthday means a two wheeled bike.

Here we see a happy boy getting ready

to show Oma and Opa how he can ride.

Happy Birthday!

Still February 2010

Ari had a birthday a party. There was a fun pinata,

and a mad scrambling for candy.

Laura made this darling birthday cake.

Opa and Aunty Em spent time with Bree.

February 2010

In January and February we worked on the solarium,

the walk through from the house to the pool.

The ceiling is painted a flat blue. We matched the paint to the can light trim. Here, Keith is finishing up the crown molding. We found this fantastic ceiling fan that just seems to add the right touch. It is a nice room.

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day to my sweetheart, and my boys!

It's been a LONG Time

By way of explanation, we have been through a difficult time with my Mom, and serious illness since February. Things seem to be under better control, and she is once again home. I am playing catch up at home, etc. and can finally start to blog. I think that I will do this in sections, and try to catch up to the best of my ability.

In January my Mom gave me one her prized possessions. It is a walking doll, made of wood. My Dad gave it to her just before she left Holland and immigrated to the U.S. We were never allowed to play with her, but once in a while, Mom would show us how she walked.

She has safely moved from my Mom's fireplace hearth, to my fireplace hearth. Thank you, Mom, for such a wonderful gift!

How About That?

Keith was using the pellet gun and asked if I wanted to shoot it. Why not? He set up a target, a small piece of wood with an X on it.

From about 28 feet away I hit the target. It fell off the board he had placed it on. Keith shot at the otherside of the wood target, and then I shot again. We replaced the target each time. The second time I shot, the board fell, but I couldn't see where I had hit it. There was a sound of something hitting the floor close to where I was standing. After investigating the board, it was discovered that I had hit the same spot twice, driving the first pellet in further. The sound by my feet was the second pellet coming back. The second pellet fits right into the first pellet.