This weekend the calendar ticked over into April, and lo, there was much rejoicing in Amy's brain.
There was also the simple pleasure of watching a five-year-old pretend to be a cat for several hours, complete with his revolutionary costume of the day:
(BTW, officially on the hunt for a drama camp/afterschool program for my smallest biggest ham. Anyone local have any recommendations? Not looking for anything stage mother-y/next great child star-ish, just want to get this kiddo an outlet for his raging LOOK AT MEEEE performing-and-pratfall-itis.)
Cats. Also in full-on LOOK AT MEEEEEEE mode.
On Saturday night Jason and I saw Rent, Again, For the Sixth And Probably Not Final Time. Although at this point we know the show so thoroughly well we notice when the conductor is pacing the show a half-beat too quickly, and have detailed best-to-worst rankings for every Mark/Roger/Mimi/Collins/Angel/Joanne/Maureen/Benny/Joanne-Understudy-Who-Gets-the-Big-Seasons-of-Love-Solo we've ever seen and, in summary, are probably incredibly annoying and tedious about the whole thing.
And now we have matching shirts! We are THE WORST.
On Sunday we spent the entire day tackling garden and yardwork crap. Jason got the vegetable garden ready out back while I hauled in many, many bags of mulch to make the front look presentable. Now we get to wait and see if anything actually grows.
Wild, wild times in the deep 'burbs, y'all.
(I have since mulched around the base of those trees and added hanging flowers to the entryway. I am annoyed that this photo does not reflect my full level of effort, but I was waiting for Jason to come home with more mulch and also a lifesaving burrito for lunch.)
(Surprise! It's Ezra, who is suddenly a million feet long in every direction. Sigh.)