Bright sunshine-y

A week of rain makes you really, really grateful for the sun. This is the Queensland I remember.

Easter with the three-year-olds

With clever Aunty Zoe, Berry made a grand piece of art for the Easter Bunny, showing detailed pictures of pigeons, a rabbit, and an odd "naughty strawberry". She wrote EASTER (or "EASYER", actually) across the top for good measure, and sticky-taped it to the glass door leading to Grandma's front verandah, where she figured the Easter Bunny would come in.

Next she got a carrot and put it on a plate right behind the glass door. Her cousin Tischen also got a carrot and a plate, but he changed his mind and started eating the carrot. Berry capered around him in outraged dismay, waving her hands and shouting, "Stop! You're not a bunny! You're not a bunny!" until Tischen got a bit sick of it and thwacked her on the arm with his half-eaten carrot. 

Oh, the drama...

"Ow! OW! Ow-ow-ow-ow! That carrot is too hard on me! It's too tough! I'M TELLING THE EASTER BUNNY!"

A pause

I keep trying to find time to write, in the midst of the Australian Lewis Family Extravaganza 2009, but it's impossible. Happily, I've just remembered that a picture's worth a thousand words.

Consider this a little chapter.

Friendly

This is our favourite song for today.

Happy Easter!

Bad joke

Stuck at DFW airport with two exhausted kids, three delayed flights, two missed flights and no clue how or when we'd ever get to Los Angeles for the plane to Australia, and my iPhone saw fit to chirp up with a reminder of where I should have been at that moment.

Not funny. Not funny at all.