So apparently having baby #2 sucks up any free time you might have earned back when baby #1 is no longer a baby. Since Jennifer is the only one who might be reading this anyway, I'm not too worried (although - MISS YOU JEN! Brent is nearly unbearable without you running interference!).
Updates, in no particular order. Aforementioned Baby #2 has been upgraded to Toddler status. Also a giant, he is not quite walking yet, but throwing awesome fits and inhaling every tiny object that crosses his path. Including Fezzik's Bionicle pieces (curse you, LEGO!).
Mean Old Aunt Mary was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. Yay, fun. Um, she was called Mean Old for a reason. We were serious before, but now it's horribly worse. My poor dad. This is the main reason I think people should have their own children. So that the people who are forced to care for them in their old age and dementia are guilted into it. It sucks to have to take care of your grouchy, confused old aunt. For a glimpse at what she's like, here's a fun little home movie (not from our home, but Hulk Hogan's mom IS my Mean Old Aunt Mary to a t, even down to tying gift bag handles together with curling ribbon, and announcing herself to salesladies in stores "I'm MEAN OLD AUNT MARY. THEY CALL ME MEAN OLD."). http://jezebel.com/370947/hulk-hogans-mother-is-awesome?autoplay=true
Dear Jesus, please do not let me live to this stage. Let me die before I get here. Please.
Fezzik is every bit as gifted and talented as we've suspected since his birth. He's getting tested for the Discovery Program. His imagination is one of my favorite things in the world. Last night he was afraid that goblins would kidnap him out of his bed and chew him to bits. Luckily our House Brownie, Mr. Swallowfall, left him a note and told him not to worry about goblins, they're almost extinct. If you have read the Spiderwick books, that totally made sense. If not, get yourself to the children's section in your library and get reading. Post haste.
Disneyland was a blast, for the most part. Except the hospital visit, and the annoying blood-sugar-and-money-related squabbles. I think we're going to keep the vacations to just one side of the family at a time from now on. Fezzik passed his Jedi training with flying colors. If you have a 7 year old boy, I highly suggest a visit to Tomorrowland at Disneyland at 11:00 am to wait at the front of the Jedi Training area. We always knew that The Force Was Strong With This One, but it was nice to have Darth Vader confirm it.
The garden is a joke this spring. There are a few fava bean plants, leeks and 4 Toscana kale that made it through the winter. Doesn't look like we're going to get peas in the ground in time. Sad how life gets in the way sometimes. I don't know what we're going to eat this summer, but it appears that it won't be from our own back yard.
I'm still obsessed with the idea of backyard chickens. Our neighbor Mayor Nigel has 4 or 5 laying hens and THEY'RE SO NICE. Lawnboy mentioned something about putting the cart before the horse, and that we need to have an actual henhouse first. I admit that my argument was pretty weak, "But the chicks! They have them at the feed store now! And they're so cute!" All in due time, I guess.
That's it for now.