Is there room on the floor for mommy?

I belong there, so scoot over, kiddos!

And as i detest all things "lite" - from cream cheese to soda - i'll be serving up a balanced and full o' fattiness portion of blog as soon as i map out a new daily routine for summertime use.

Laziness? Nah!

No time for naps around here, folks!

Too much to do with it, what, being May and all.

Every year, the slow contemplativeness of winter fades away and the liveliness of spring just pops up out of nowhere - and at top speed from the start. I dont know how it happens, and i dont know how i'm ever supposed to keep up. But one of these years, i'm going to do it.

But this is not the year. This spring, i may not ever catch my breath, but i am enjoying each day, taking the opportunity to actually smell the lilacs i cut for the house, spending that extra minute to find the camera so i can forever preserve precious child-moments like the one caught above.

Their froggy

Despite my unintentional act of reducing the number of frogs around here last summer, these creatures still have the courage to show their cute little ribbity faces around our house.

This one, appropriately named "Froggy," let us catch him yesterday afternoon. Though Thomas named him, Rosemarie gets to take the credit for having found him sitting quietly beside our downspouts. If she'd had it her way, she would have squashed him with one big open-handed-baby-smash. (Some call this petting.) But i had to make up for last year's accident and spare him a similar fate.

So instead of being squished to death underfoot/underhand, he was subjected to temporary captivity and toted around the yard, up and down the slide, through the sandbox, and various other places you'd find an unleashed preschooler on a spring afternoon. Finally, after some pictures and with fewer tears than we anticipated, Froggy was released back into the wild where he belongs.