Easter Sunday

19 months old - March 16

It doesn't seem possible, but I believe our little baby is officially a toddler. She is still as funny as ever, but has recently had a little more "tudes" as we call them if she doesn't get what she wants. Oh the fun of teaching you can't always have what you want. On the flip side she is communicating a lot better and it's fun to interpret her words.

She still loves to get in her special cabinet in the kitchen, but she's recently added a pen and paper to the space for even more fun.

Her favorite food is still pretzels, but apples and oranges follow very close behind.

Her favorite buddy from church is a little boy named Noah. She says his name periodically throughout the week and then even more so after we get to see him in person. It's so cute.

Egg Hunt

The Justice/Schmidjell Egg Hunt was a lot of fun this year despite the cold weather. There was face painting, crafts and our Pastor, Steve Cavanaugh, gave a sermonette about the true meaning of Easter. Emily had a great time picking up the eggs and was really excited to find there was something ymmy inside them.

(So sorry Bev, Jerry and Lisa that we had to miss your Egg Hunt this year.)

Huggin' Cousins

A couple of weeks ago Randa and I started swapping days with the kids and on one such day Jack accidentally bumped into Emily in our hallway and he quickly said "I'm sorry Emily". When she stood up he gave her a hug. He was so glad she was ok. We sure will miss those hugs.

More pictures from the Blizzard

Blizzard of '08

The blizzard of '08 dumped lots of snow which made for a perfect sledding experience especially once the snow was packed down.

Today Mark, Randa, Jack, Emily, Stephanie and I headed over to Mr. and Mrs. Wilcoxon's. As a youth I spent many hours on their hill. Strange how one's energy level changes as the years go by. Emily did not enjoy herself like I thought she would. The amount of snow made it difficult for her to walk around. I tried to put on her "new" black and red polka dotted ladybug boots given to us by Margaret Tornero, but for some reason she is scared to death of them. I even disguised them with a plastic bag before trying to put them on her, but she screamed all the more. Oh well, maybe more smiles will come next year.