april.

Things have been a little crazy around here. Crazy good. I thought I'd share some April photos before it gets to be November.

Speaking of crazy...

My niece came to visit and she brought her monkey. It was the weekend before Easter and we all had a blast.

Monkey had too much fun.


The boy, aka Henry, has really taken to Barbaro Garbey, aka Boom Boom. It can be 4:30 a.m. and the boy is crabby and hungry and really angry that his mommy won't get her lazy ass out of bed to make him some damn breakfast but as soon as Boom Boom enters the picture, he's all happy and cooing and excited. Now if I could just teach Boom Boom how to make him breakfast...


I don't want Willie Horton to feel left out. She's still cute.


It seems like the boy is learning new things every day. April was full of reaching for things and getting to know how to use his hands.


Easter happened and I found out the boy isn't very good at finding his basket. He is almost always more interested in looking at the camera so maybe if I hadn't been taking photos he would have found it right away.


We went to Frederick Meijer Gardens to see the butterflies. It was toward the end of the exhibit and I think most of the butterflies had already kicked it. The morning we went was super rainy and gross but by the time we finished eating lunch, it had stopped raining so we ventured out for a stroll. Henry fell asleep but here he is napping under the giant horse. The kids in the background were hilarious. When they got up to the horse the little boy, probably about 8 years old, said to his sister, "Look! It's a boy! He has giant balls!" Of course I cracked up because I'm also an 8 year old boy. And since I was laughing he had to say it a million more times. But then I felt a little bad because his mom totally yelled at him for continuing to talk about the horse's giant balls.

We walked by the pond and I saw this fish. It's this big and it isn't swimming right toward Ernie. I'm not sure if this fish is hibernating, hiding his head from embarrassment, or dead.

I liked this plant.


The boy got a new bathrobe and I wish every night was bath night because, well, to quote a friend of a friend, "this cuteness is not a fucking joke."