Happy Easter! He is Risen!
Airplane at the airport. So cliche.
Today I took a plane home after a week long trip full of meeting family, seeing new places, attending a wedding and spending Easter morning at mom and dad’s old church. I had so much fun, and traveling does not phase me one bit.
Don’t you worry, the Little Blogger has all sorts of fresh material with which to regail her international slew of fans. Stay tuned.
But for now, I will go to sleep in my own bed tonight knowing the end of that story that started on Palm Sunday. It did get sad in the middle, but then it turned out very happily this morning. The tomb was empty!
Waving my palm branch!
Today in church everyone had these green plants, called palm branches.
Mom told me that today is Palm Sunday, and we remember when Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey. People were happy to see him, and they laid their coats on the road and waved palm branches in the air. They shouted “Hosanna! Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!”
It is the beginning of Holy Week, and from what I hear, something really sad happens on Friday, but it is good, and then we celebrate on Easter.
But for now, I am just going to enjoy this Palm Branch. Happy Palm Sunday!
Watering my palm branch!
Four Months Old.
Today I am four months old, which means it is time to get propped up in a chair with a sticker on my chest.
They always stick elephants next to me, and unluckily for them, I have discovered that said elephants are quite tasty.
I got him this mug.
But he still won’t let me play solitaire on his iPhone.
I usually get my way. This confounds me. So much for bribery.
Sometimes after my bath I like to bust out my favorite soprano aria. This is best done while in just a diaper and Mozart wig.
I am an American Girl, too.
Mom and her friends were swooning over these dolls, who are all owned by a lucky little fifth grade girl. They are called American Girl Dolls, and seem to hold some magical charm over their owners.
Apparently I already have one named Molly that is waiting for me in storage. I was told I had to turn 8 or learn to stop drooling all over my toys, whichever comes first, before I will be allowed to play with this Molly and her collection.
But for now, I will just enjoy looking like an American Girl Doll.
I met an older boy yesterday.
You are about my size, mister.
Nice to meet you.
Wow. How do you smile that big?
He seems like a pretty nice guy. He just smiled at me while I babbled non stop at him and then I poked him in the eye. The adults in the room joked that some things never change.
Oh, and yes– that is Aunt L, but that is not her baby! Baby A belongs to another lovely friend of theirs, Miss T. I hope we meet up with them more in the future. He is a good listener, and those baby blues aren’t too bad, either.
Mom tried to explain to me something called Daylight Saving Time.
So, one hour of the day magically disappears in the spring and reappears in the Fall?
I don’t understand why this affects me. I just go to bed at my normal time, and wake up at my normal time. Mom said something about being annoyed that she lost an hour. Well, I don’t know why she is so upset. From what she just told me, she will find it again in the fall.
Auntie Gwennie was here for a visit. She is really great, and it was nice to see her.
She knit me this romper.
She takes me on scenic power walks.
I love my Auntie Gwennie.
Yesterday we went on a family adventure to the art museum. Here I am in front of the museum.
“What is this, a museum for ants? How can children view art if they can’t even fit inside the building? The building needs to be at least…. three times bigger!”*
Well, I am relieved to tell you that this is just a model of Liebeskind’s famous building. It is actually much bigger, much more wacky and full of a lot of art.
My favorite painting was The Violin by Lichtenstein. Mom read into that a bit too much… I just liked that it was black and white and interesting. I didn’t know it was of a violin until she told me the title. I am probably not the only one.
*No, I have not seen this movie, it would be inappropriate for someone of my age.