Well, I may be 2 weeks late in reporting this news, but the boys are now officially "preschoolers" and not "toddlers". We still don't know for certain where they'll be going to preschool, but they're three, and three-year-olds are not toddlers anymore.
Omie and Opa were in town for a visit, so both sides of the family celebrated together. We dressed the boys in their outfits from Holland, and Auntie Je*n and Uncle Da*ve brought a big boquet of balloons with them.
Ollie has rightly observed that we don't have much pink in our house. He was mighty pleased to have a pink balloon.
They received many lovely gifts, but the most instant hit that afternoon was a pair of harmonicas from Uncle Ph*l and Auntie Me*gan. Mea*gan confessed that she had resisted the temptation to buy them harmonicas when she was still living with us. I figure she has many possible childbearing years left for me to return the favor.
Grandma was the life of the party, since she was dressed in a bunny suit to go pick up her friends from the airport. This type of behavior is a tradition among this particular group of friends. I'm glad she got the coconut bra out of the way before all the grandkids were born. You know, good example and all that...
It was the first time in a while that the boys and Opa had seen each other. They had all kinds of games together, and the boys were very excited to share their toy tractors with him so, as No*ah put it, "Opa would not be lonely for his tractor".
My mom stayed a few extra days, and we had a nice little routine going before she had to leave.
We spent a lot of time talking about and planning for our upcoming trip to Holland. Here, Omie is looking through the Holland picture book she gave us. She and Opa also gave the boys beautiful little backpacks for their trip.
Saying goodbye:
Since their birthday, we've had two sizable snow storms and we're in the middle of a snow/ice/thunderstorm as I write. The ground is still frozen, they're still quite a bit of ice on the lakes, and there is nary a crocus to be seen. I always follow the local advice not to uncover my flower beds until mid-April unless it is a very early Spring, and once again, that advice is spot on. There are an awful lot of Minnesota gardeners who've spent the evening re-covering their beds with mulch in the sleet. It is winter, Mama, the boys say to me every day. I've stopped correcting them. The good news, though, is that the boys play so happily on their own outside these days that I should be able to get lots of gardening done this year if spring ever does decide to join us.
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