Red in the Face

My red faced day in a series of pictures texted to my sister:

Kirsti started it by texting me a picture of her boy with red lipstick all over his face.
So I countered with this one of Oscar after he ate a red crayon:

 

I thought that'd be the end of it, but later Willa woke Oscar early from his nap and he screamed for 20 minutes I sent her a picture of this red face:

 

And then this one:

 

Love Sucks

Oscar adores the vacuum. 

They just want to be together.

Easter, Beginning Anew

Since Easter is about new life, beginning again, and cute new outfits, it seems like a perfect time to restart this blog. I went offline for a while and let record keeping drop from my long list of things to do. Sadly, this means that some important moments went by without documentation. But they still happened and that's real important thing. I do hope to go back and fill in holes, but for now, I look forward.

With that, I give you Easter, the Martin Way...

The Martin Kidlins at church all in their new Easter finery.

 

Willa starts the hunt at Aunt Cheryl's & Uncle Kyle's house.

Elizabeth and Oscar, delighted.

Calvin, on the move.

Taran, Elizabeth, Emma, and Willa.

Oscar spots a trail of chicks.

David and the gang.

Cheryl, Makayla, and Kyle.

David holding Taran back.

Cousins and candy!

Hooray for Easter!

...and we always need a picture of the peep.

Spring Break

I got almost no pictures of our Spring Break Doings.
We had planned themes for each day:  Baking (yummy eats), Movies (a visit to a rental store), Art, and FUN (swimming at the Y and just good times).

The only pictures I got were from our Art Day. We watched Sister Wendy explain masterpieces on YouTube, read art books, and made a mural in the hall.

Willa stands beside a picture of herself holding balloons.

 

Taran's submarine and Jayden's (a neighbor friend) fish.

Calvin's felt beard.

General Conference Blues

It's just not that easy to sit and listen. Over and over.

Taran naps in a comfy chair while we listen from the foyer.

And over, and over, and over!

Willa wants to be done.

Funny Boy

Q:  What is funnier than stuffing a dirty rag in your mouth?

 

A:  At 19 months old, NOTHING!

 

The O'Martins

We're not Irish, but why shouldn't we be? If it's got a holiday and food involved, than we'll join.

Erin go bragh!

Emma goes green.

 

 

The jig.

Once a year, boiled cabbage and corned beef with a side of Irish soda bread.