Hippity Hoppity, Easter’s on its way! Emerson was able to see all 4 grandparents over the holiday weekend. We started it off Friday morning with a long drive to Spirit Lake. It was relaxing to get there early in the afternoon and to spend the day with Gram before everyone else made it home. E had a blast with her Aunties and I have to say Jory was hands-down the favorite this visit… sorry Meg but you know it’s true! The absolute highlight of the weekend for Emerson was the Easter egg hunt. Her natural inclination to carry a basket or purse at all times was a huge advantage. Gram’s egg...
Wordless Wednesday #pella
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Tiptoe Through the Tulips — 19 Months
At 19 months, Emerson loves to play outside and doesn’t come back inside the house without a fight. Thanks to the unseasonably warm weather this year we’ve already racked up several walks to the park, collected all the sticks in our yard (and every other yard on the way to the park), made a few trips around town in the bike trailer with dad, and jogged with mom in the stroller — she’s a great passenger! Going hand-in-hand with the great outdoors, Emerson is deeply fascinated by animals. She has learned to say bird, dog, puppy, kitty, woof, meow, and tweet. We are working at distinguishing dogs from all other...
Iowa Children’s Museum
On St. Patty’s Day, my sisters took Emerson and me to the Iowa Children’s Museum in Coralville for some creative play. While we were there Emerson did some grocery shopping, visited the hospital, played several instruments, built a car, and learned about gravity! I’m sure she’ll get more out of it when she’s a little older, but I would still recommend it to any parents looking for a fun place to let their tots explore!...
Natural Healing
Sunday morning we woke up with the sun and went along with Nic to his favorite fishing spot. The scenery was literally picture-perfect and I now understand why he ventures there so often. Emerson and I had fun hiking around, bird-watching, and finding sticks while Bela tore through the grass enjoying every last second of freedom in the wild. If ticks didn’t exist, I would begin every day just like this. ...