Imagination

Drew's imagination is killing it these days. Just today, I heard the following stories:

1. "Remember when we were at the movie theaters and that sneaky guy was in the bushes and he tried to get us and I jumped at him with my sword and punched him and fought him until he fell back into the bushes? Remember that?

2. "Remember when I was in the space shuttle and flew into space and I was going past lots of rockets and then I ran into a satellite? Remember that?

3. "Remember when I had a loose tooth and I pulled it out and it was cracked? Remember that?"

No, bud, I don't remember that. 

Can't wait to see what he "remembers" tomorrow.

Stuffs

A lot of this and that has been going on in the Packer world. 

Probably the most exciting of them all was my brother visiting us for the first time since returning from his mission. He's pretty much the greatest. 

(never mind the fact that Drew called him Uncle Jimmy for the first whole day until we did a facetime with Jimmy and his mind was blown to find out that they're two separate people).

All the usual suspects: food, wrestling, and golf. Even this old lady got out there to show 'em how it's done.

Easter

 We went to the church where Drew will be going to pre-school in the fall for their Easter festivities. They did not disappoint.

And what's a blog post without a house update?

It's moving right along and starting to resemble an actual place of residence.

(The view from the back patio. Those rocks will be used in landscaping and there will be grass up to those trees)

 The kids still love going- watering the fruit tress, looking for sticks and treasures, and once, we even brought a friend along.

Ashamedly, I basically eat, sleep and breathe HOUSE these days. Drew and I (and Greg usually comes along) have at least 1, and often 2, 2-3 hour meetings each week. But even if I'm not in a meeting, I'm scouring websites, Houzz.com (seriously, how did people build/design a home before Houzz?!), and showrooms to find just the right light fixture/ stone/ countertop/ whatever it may be.
I still love every minute of it, though. You won't find me complaining. It's just the pangs of guilt over how much neglect my children are experiencing.
It won't belong before we are living this dream and I'm pretty excited about it.

Bluebonnets

We've been to the rodeo.

We own boots. The real kind.

We've added fixin' and y'all to our vocabulary.

Greg's been hunting. Multiple times.

Fire Ants have found our skin.

The "Texas checklist" is getting marked off, slowly but surely.

And after last week, we can finally check another off:

Pull off on the side of the road some time in April and take pictures with some Bluebonnets.

As the case with all things involving children... it wasn't exactly how I envisioned it.

The twins were rockstars, I should admit. 

That last one is a particular favorite of mine. Kate admonished us repeatedly,
"Guys, do not pick the Bluebonnets! They are our state flower!!"

So... does that mean we shouldn't use them as weapons? I think we're all a little confused here. 

(In her defense, it technically is against the law to pick them and they tell them time and time again at school about it.)

Correct me if I'm wrong here, but I think the only thing we have left to check off is:

Husband must own a full-size, preferably American made, pick-up truck.