Della: Mommy, when I grow up I want to be Daddy’s other wife.

George: When I grow up I want to be a lion!

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Here is Della hiding from the Easter Bunny.

Overheard

(Driving past a man waving at cars and holding up a large crucifix on the corner of Route 1 and Popkins Lane this morning.)

Steve: Della, wave at the man.

Della: Who is that?

Me: It’s a guy who really likes Jesus.

Della: IS THAT GOD?!?

Other News

Confetti eggs were a big “hit” this year. Some of the hollowed out egg shells were not as fragile as expected, and so some of us adults had to be hit over the head many, many times before celebratory breakage was achieved.

Grandma: Della, come here, I want to tell you a secret.

Della: Okay.

Grandma: (SMASH)

Della: Okay but what was the secret?

Almost lost George in these luxuriant grasses.

This is my new baby, Nell.

Here’s George saying, “Hi, Baby Nelly!”

Thank you, Linda!!! We love you SOOOO much. And Grandad, too. He is also very lovable. 

It’s spring, so nobody needs ideas of things to do. However:

1. Paint your toenails.

2. Wear kitty shoes.

3. Read The Little Mermaid.

4. Go to McDonald’s, get a Barbie in your Happy Meal, and name her Power Girl.

5. Wear skirts.

6. Be fierce.

6. Take a picture of your Baby Rangel.

7. Take pictures of flowers and post them on the Internet. (This one is LITERALLY impossible not to do.)

8. Wear hats.

9. Watch a movie outside.

10. Break free from your cage.

11. Get naked.

In Sacramento last weekend, I met in person a lot of Paul-owned alpacas, as well as his three goats, who are named Paul, Adam, and Katie.

Readers, I have to tell you that alpaca baby Pip Squeak died a sudden death in early January. So it has been a completely terrible year for us. 

But….

 … There is a new baby in town! Baby Bennett, who is a girl, and who was born pretty much the same day that Pip Squeak died. If you are going to own livestock, or have any human friends, you are going to have to get used to death, okay?

It was great to see Paul’s suburban farm and all the projects he has going on and what he’s done to my grandfather’s house, where my mom and her brothers and sister grew up.

This is how Paul dresses all the time, and it’s really embarrassing, even though he means to be ironic.

Meanwhile in Sacramento’s historic Midtown neighborhood, cousins Violet (8) and Clea (4) are going hard, being good kids and doing cool tricks, even letting their parents floss their teeth, which completely blew my mind, but I didn’t say anything because I wanted everyone to think that pediatric flossing is something I engage in all the time.

I don’t want to compromise their secret identities, but at least understand that Violet and Clea have a lot of good toys, Violet is learning to tap dance, and Clea loves dinosaurs.

Back home, Della took this picture of Aroo.

And George drew some drawings, and I don’t mean to brag, but as he was drawing the orange zigzags, he said, “I make an M!” Call me easily impressed, but I thought this was very smart.

This weekend Bappa Lou talked about baby Rosie being very smart. He said they liked her so much, they went back to the adoption agency to see if they could get another one just like her. But they couldn’t. I said, I wish we could get another one now. He said, we will. 

I don’t know what that means, but I thought I should write it down.

It just seems like there have been some unnecessarily complicated sleeping arrangements lately.

Della said, this is like a suit I could wear to work. She is pictured here making typing motions.