…Or is my little boy becoming a little bit of a red head?

In the middle of April, Tom, Harper and I decided to go strawberry picking. We went to Lewis Farms

in Wilmington.

Rows and rows of green bushes. It was extra helpful that plants were on mounded hillls about a foot high. Harper was dressed in day old, dirt colored clothes, which was one of our better ideas. We plopped him in a row and Tom and I started off picking berries.

Harper busied himself eating the dirt, grabbing the leaves and trying to crawl over the mounds of bushes. Ironically, he loved the dirt, but made the bitterness face whenever I'd hand him a strawberry. Unless of course it had been dropped and covered in dirt. Then it was delicious (apparently).

If you take a gander at my Flickr photos in the sidebar, you'll see the progression of our neat blond little boy being replaced by a muddy, dirty, still beautiful little boy.

Here is my little boy, giddy at everyone singing to him. We were worried we were going to have to have his birthday party indoors, which would have been a tight squeeze. But the rain clouds broke in the early afternoon, so we raced over to the local park and set up his birthday party. It was hard to decorate in the wind gusts (especially since I was trying to decorate with crepe paper and balloons) but I was thrilled to be outdoors, so it didn't matter. After presents and lunch, it was time for cake!

For more pictures, see the Flickr sidebar after May 1st (I have uploaded too many pictures this month!).

Easter was a low key event in our home. No gorging ourselves on a wonderful ham dinner with enough leftovers for a week, no baskets filled with Easter grass and chocolate bunnies. But still, Easter was a celebration in our home.
We went to an Easter Vigil at St Mark Catholic Church and enjoyed the symbolism of worshipping in the dark for the first half hour of the service, followed by joyful halleluahs and the ringing of bells. I woke with the sun (and Harper) and enjoyed a peaceful half hour on the porch at the break of dawn, pondering the wonder of the resurrection. We let Harper play with the eggs from his Gumbo and Poppy while the rest of us dressed in our new $5 polos (hurrah for Old Navy giftcards). We went to church, where I was disappointed that we didn't sing my favorite Easter song:

But then the sermon sort of addressed it - Christ doesn't just live within our hearts, or is with us "in spirit." He truly ROSE FROM THE DEAD! Why else would the disciples, hiding and in fear after his death, become so enthusiastic they were willing to risk imprisionment and death? Certainly not because Christ was "with them in spirit" (though He was) but because He was with them in BODY.

Afterwards, we went to the beach and enjoyed the sea, sand, breeze and weather. Tom grilled pork, which was tender and amazing, and we had a wonderful Easter celebration after all.