April Updates

Yes, I'm fully well aware of the fact that we haven't been updating this thing in some time. . .

This month has been complete and utter madness, and outside of work we haven't really done all that much.  For Yours Truly, it's been the dreaded FCAT and all the prep work and adjustment that goes into that piece of s***.  It's honestly the worst time of year for educators down here, and as such I haven't even had the time to think about posting anything online in weeks.

But, since it's the end of the month now and we haven't thrown up anything in awhile, here's a little of what happened around our homestead in April.

Enjoy.

Lately Alayna's become a big fan of 'curly hair,' and since she inherited the straight hair of her forefathers,  Kris has to tightly braid her hair (while it's wet) before she goes to bed. . .

As you can see, Abby's more than a little jealous about all of this.

Done.

Mustaches are always hilarious.

Finished product. 

When this Daddy comes home from the bar, he brings balloons. . .

My second favorite room in the house.

. . . though it's constantly cluttered up with kids' crap.

Since the PowerWheel's battery has become quasi-dependable lately,  the girls' ride has more or less evolved into a piece of patio furniture.

Some Spring samplers I picked up from Knightly Spirits the other day.  Sam Adams usually delivers a pretty good variety, but all Blue Moon's stuff seems to taste the same. . . I don't know why I keep buying their seasonal varieties.

Hanging out, waiting for their clothes to dry after Abby decided to up and piss into the bin of stuffed animals. . .

Alayna, pretending to be a 'bride.'

SEGA!

The Houghs are now harvesting peaches.

The downside to owning a peach tree, evidently, is that you have to go out and check it nearly every day.  They ripen so fast that if you forget to periodically check the limbs, you find yourself picking up rotten fruit off the ground on a regular basis.

Stowaways found in my briefcase at work. 

The Cannonball has been borderline obsessed with the 1993 Mighty Morphin Power Rangers lately.  It is arguably the worst show ever made in the history of television.  I stand by this statement.

- Brian

Easter Warm-Up and March Randoms

Hi gang,

So here's some pictures of around the house as the Houghs begin to get ready for Easter.

(Get ready for crap-loads of kid pictures). . .

I helped her with the word 'different' and 'going,' otherwise Alayna wrote that herself (bizarro cat-and-telescope  picture courtesy of Yours Truly).

Little did the Fisher Price Loving Family know that, at that moment, German SS gunmen were sneaking around the ledge of their manor. . .

Alayna has shown interest in playing the Sega Genesis lately.  I picked it up at a garage sale a couple years ago with a crap ton of games and accessories (for $10, thank you), and the previous owner must've had little girls 'cause there's a lot of kid-friendly (and girly) games Alayna enjoys 'playing' (she hasn't quite mastered it yet). 

This Barbie game is horrifying.

Kris and a couple of her homegirls, on their way out to see that Wicked play chicks seem so obsessed with.

Fever time.  Once again.

Easter Care Packages from the Grandparents. . .

Easter Glasses (which - THANK GOD -  have lids)

BUBBLES!

Chalk time on the driveway (you'll notice I removed the stones lining the driveway - I got sick of hitting them with my tires.  Hopefully soon the edges will fill in with grass soon. . .)

Abby always looks like a hobo.

An Easter Basket, an asterisk, and a chick - my kid has Easter Art down to a science.

Easter crafts at Peace United Methodist Church

Kris should really be the one writing captions here, as I wasn't here for this.  So I'm just going to title this one 'Kids with Empty Plastic Bowl.'

Thankfully, there were no crucifixions scheduled for the day.  That would've made Easter Egg hunting somewhat awkward. . .

Hunting down Easter Eggs. . .

What kid doesn't like a good chain-link fence?  Right?

Abby's a big fan of collecting sugar.

More plunder.

Signing the Cross (something I'm pretty sure was not done by the Romans - just going out on a limb, here.)

We don't really know what the hell this thing's growing, but we're guessing it might be peaches. . .

Keeping Abby from climbing the tree is a pain in the ass.

Flower Power.

Hanging out, playing in the dirt.  A Hough household staple.

Preparing to decorate Easter Eggs with Mommy. . .

Snack break on the patio. . .

- Brian