March.

March was a bit of a blur.  

I continued to be enormous (33 weeks and counting!)

The weather was lovely and the neighborhood kids put together a tailgate party with the jeep, snacks and a CD player.

The elementary school had an international festival.  Kids were invited to participate in the parade of nations.  Of course, we represented China and India.  Though the lady sitting next to me rather rudely leaned over and said "Those kids don't look like they're from China."  I was pretty glad to get to tell her they were in fact my kids and the cultural appropriation was my doing.  I mean, if you've got the clothes, you might as well wear them to an international festival, right?  (I was also wearing a HUGE kurta.)

Henry's class performed some international songs.  He's the short one in the third row.

A normal afternoon at our house includes the big kids walking home from the bus stop to find Georgie napping and me passed out on the couch.  Their only job is to occupy themselves until I can be bothered enough to wake up.  (Don't wake up a pregnant mama!!)  June usually used her time to create.  One day she came home with a daffodil (probably stolen from an unsuspecting neighbor's yard- sorry!) and created a picture of herself holding the flower.  Pretty cute.

June also passed hours practicing her Chinese calligraphy in her workbook.

The girls found the box with their summer clothes, but we've had an unusually cool spring.  No problem.  You just add a few layers and your summer look transitions straight to colder weather.

Georgie got in on the cold weather cover up too.

We car-pool with friends to and from Henry's swim practices.  One day, Georgie was so excited to see Henry come home (and her friend Ellie) that she ran to the car, but didn't bother to slow down as Henry opened the door.  She hit the corner of the door with her face and split open her lip. (Classic Georgie.)

Papa was the lucky one who got to take her to urgent care and help hold her down while she got three stitches.  Which doesn't seem so bad, unless it's Georgie, who was NOT happy at all that some nurse was trying to hold a sheet over her face. I don't know how they got her to hold still enough to actually get any stitches in her lip, because Brandon said she spent the entire time yelling "Guys!  Hey, you doctors!  I don't want to do this!  Stop!  Guys!  Stop!"  But she did get some yogurt and ice cream when she got back home.  And after a day, her lip didn't even hurt her anymore.