Bag Lady

I never realized how much bags have been a part of my life. Tonight I was thinking about how much backpacks, fanny packs, beach bags, etc seem to always be with me-- especially while making some great memories.

Let me explain...

Right now my world revolves around 3 guys...whom I love dearly. However, without certain items packed into my diaper "backpack" we could never go anywhere. (Well, I guess we could but it wouldn't be pretty.:)
See exhibit A:

No, its not the cutest diaper bag you've ever seen, in fact most would think its ugly. But I'm all about practical. I can hold the hand of a 4 year old, cell phone, a full church bag, and a haul a carseat all in one trip with this thing on my back.

Some of my other bags...
Here's my "stuff everything I possibly can into it to so I can galavant around Europe" backpack. Not pretty, but definitely useful.



Sometimes you can find my bag on my back...

on my front...
over my shoulder...

by my side...

or around my waist.

I love when others carry it.

At times I need more than 1 bag...

Or none at all.

Sometimes my bags are with me when I'm surprised by things that happen...And other times they just sit by me while I enjoy the moment.

I guess you could call me a "bag lady".

Signs of Spring

Ah, yes...Spring!

The great time of year when things start to become alive again.

A rebirth.

A precurser to warmer weather and days of outside fun.

2 things have ignited my excitement for spring this year...


#1) The crocous bulbs Ethan and I threw in the ground (as a last ditch effort last November) actually came up! A sign to me that no matter how weak my skills my maybe (in this case gardening) a loving Heavenly Father helps things work out the way they should be.



#2) A happy little boy (Ethan) discovered our small weeping willow trees sprout with these great little friends called "pussy willows". As seen here, "these guys" (as Ethan calls them) have a little house (the container), boat (the brown thing), rock, swimming pool (the blue ring underneath)...what more could a pussy willow or a 4 year old want?!

Hooray for Spring!!