A day at the zoo

It's funny how having a child changes everything. I used to think zoos incredibly boring places but ever since Rosalind started to notice animals, I've been dying to take her to the zoo. Even the sound of birds chirping in the morning is enough to excite her!

So when my friend Candace asked if we wanted to go to the zoo, I was quite thrilled. Even if my face and arms are feeling the effects now, yesterday was the perfect day to go to the zoo. Sunny and warm with a cool breeze.

Rosalind in the wagon with "'Phia and Ellie"

It often took Rosalind a few seconds to find the animal, but as soon as she did would laugh, clap her hands and say "yay".

Rosalind and Ellie.

Irons and marriage

My mother is a garage sale queen. As our wedding Joshua and I were so blessed to find furniture and kitchen appliances and pots and pans.... But there was one thing I knew I didn't want to get used: an iron. Growing up we had gone through so many used ones that I just wanted a good new one that would last.

Joshua and I were talking about things we needed for the house and I was just going to tell him that we had to get a new iron, when he said, "Darling, there's one thing that we simply must get used."

"Really, what?"

"An iron."

"Oh! uh, why?"

"We've gone through so many new irons and they just keep on breaking. I figure if we buy 20 irons at a garage sale for a dollar each, at least one of them would work for more than a year!"

"Oh." I really couldn't refute that argument, so we started hunting for an iron. Not only did we find a used one, we found one that was made right after they invented electrical outlets. ;) And for another two and a half years it has worked wonderfully.

Then, a couple weeks ago, I noticed that the more I ironed, the longer it was taking the wrinkles to leave the shirt. I felt the iron. Cold. "It bit the dust at last!" I thought.

But no, it wasn't the iron, just the electrical outlet. The iron lives on...

Welcome March!

We headed up to Missouri for Christmas break hoping for at least one good snowfall while we there, but there wasn't even a dusting of snow. Just before heading back south, my sweet little brother-in-law pulled out a bag from the freezer--with a chunk of snow in it.

"So Rosalind knows what snow looks like," he said. ;)

Little did we expect to actually see any once we got back home...especially not in March.

Rosalind didn't quite now what to think. At first she was terrified and refused to touch it. But after a while she started helping us make a snowman...

Not exactly the purest snowman ever, but hey, it's a snowman. :)

She definitely overcame her fear in the end!