Heard from the playroom

I overheard this moderately troubling conversation in the playroom yesterday:

Macy: I'm texting Joshua.

Polly: Oh, I'm texing Alasa (her made up name for everything)

Macy: Joshua is a boy

Polly: Oh... a boy

Macy: Now I'm going to call Chrisine

Polly: Is he a boy or a girl?

Macy: She's a girl. . . Oh, hi Chrisine. . . good. . .Oh, I'm just going to hang up and text you now.

This is moderately troubling for 3 reasons:

1. I hardly ever text myself

2. We DON'T text boys

3. She already knows texting is prefered over having an acutal conversation.

Easter Recap

Easter was lovely,

Remember when the weather was lovely?
The ladies got new swimsuits...

Grandma Janet had her annual Easter egg hunt.
There were more eggs, candy and surprises than the girls could hold.
At one point Polly says:
"Mom, I want all dis stuff, but I can't hold it."

P.S. Doesn't Grandma Janet look thin?

I don't have anything to blog about these days.  

I'm waiting for some warm inspiration.

But I did find this picture today,

Miles and Polly about to kiss...

Does anyone else feel like pinching cheeks?

Need a smile?