I've been a slacker the last little while. I keep posting every other week instead of every week. But that's still pretty good, I suppose. I hope you all aren't too upset with me. ;)
So the last week of March, Mira turned 7. Everybody says, "I can't believe my baby is ____!" For whatever age is weird for them. But I think I will feel that way every year for Mira from now on. Really it started last year. Mira was such an adorable toddler that it will be weird every year that she's not one. I mean, it's good that she's getting older and growing up like a little girl is supposed to do. But I mourn the loss of my Bubby Monster every birthday. It's probably me that's being weird about this. But I'm okay with that. :)
Mira made an octopus out of dominoes and then gave it a school of fish to hang out with. She's so stinkin' creative.
On her actual birthday, I went to the school to have lunch with her. Then went to the store to buy treats to bring to her class at the end of the school day. And then I went home and made the dinner she wanted. Thankfully, she just wanted buttered spaghetti noodles. Though I did make spaghetti sauce for me and Steve.
We had her birthday party on the Friday after her birthday. Haylee and I decided to have a joint birthday party for Mira and Dylan this year since they essentially wanted the same party (unikitty vs. unicorn). We met in the middle at a park in Spanish Fork. There were 14 girls there and it was chaos, but you come to expect that when you get a bunch of little ones together.
Last weekend we had General Conference and that's why I forgot to do the blog post. Change up my routine and I'm done for.
While watching the Sunday afternoon session, I painted eggs to make a new Easter wreath. The last one I made was really similar, but I used fake dyable eggs for it and the sun bleached them out that they all just looked white (which, if you can't guess, looked really dumb). We watched that session at my parents house and had Easter dinner with them, which was nice. We also hid Easter eggs in the yard for the girls to find. Wilda usually does that for us, but she was out of town this year, so we did it ourselves. It was fun to hide them and to watch them search. I also hid Easter baskets for the girls and Steve. Mira found hers in less than a minute. The other three took more than 20 minutes, so I did my job there. :) After we got home that night, I put the wreath together. I think I need to add a few more eggs, but otherwise I like how it turned out.
This week was spring break for the girls. I was looking forward to them not having to get up in the morning and catching up on some sleep. Ha! They went to bed late every night but one.
I caught Mira playing school with Cecily and having reading time one morning. I love see my girls learn to enjoy reading and each other.
It was a very rainy week. But it made for a pretty sky one afternoon.
The rest of the pictures I'm just going to explain here because I already wrote it once for an instagram post and I'm too lazy to write it again.
Other things we did over spring break (in backwards order): We went to The Leonardo yesterday in Salt Lake and I would recommend it to anyone. It was amazing for the kids, and even us parents and grandparents enjoyed exploring and discovering with them. It was fun enough that I would go back on a date night with Steve. Emilia called it a STEAM museum and I'm inclined to agree with her: science, technology, engineering, art, and math--all in a super engaging, hand in environment. Can't say enough good things.
Stayed one night at a hotel where we swam twice and had too much free breakfast food, went to the Gateway Discovery Museum (not anywhere near as fun as the Leonardo and WAY more crowded), painted nails, decorated crowns, (not pictured) had a sleepover at Nana's, got my new haircut lightened, (not pictured) repotted most of my garden plants that I started, played with a new box of magnetic tiles and built lots of fun stuff, went on a photo hunt hike in the hills above our house, and dodged rainstorms as much as possible.































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