If timeliness were money....

...then I'd be a penniless beggar. Easter was months ago now, and way back then I promised a post recapping Easter and Nana's visit. And it's been sort of nagging at me ever since (I also promised a recap of the progress of my spring greens garden, but that was such a disappointment that disgust keeps me from rehashing it).

So, my plan is to do a three part retrospective called "posts I meant to do at the time". First, Easter/Nana visit. Then, strawberry picking (strawberry season already came and went--wah!). And third, Father's Day, my edition. Hopefully all interspersed with current posts, too. I've set the bar high for myself, hope I can stay focused. So, without further ado:

Easter/Nana's Visit, March, 2008:

Egg hunt with Rachel, who lives across the street. We didn't know quite what to expect from the girls...

(Rachel, her mom, and her baby brother Alex, who was born in January)

...but they were pretty unfocused. Even blatant pointing didn't really help.

In fact, the girls were basically oblivious to the eggs. Exhibit A: June doing a silly, aimless run. Next year they'll be throwing elbows and diving over each other to get them.
"Nana" is a very easy word for June to say, and so even in March, when her vocabulary was still pretty limited she could say it easily. It thrilled everyone, especially Nana, when June greeted her in the morning with calling her by name. Unfortunately, her visit came and went so quickly, it wasn't until she was gone that we realized we didn't get any Junie-Nana bonding shots. But we did get some of them making the bed together and playing:

Very helpful!

Oops! Losing focus. Maybe Nana encouraged it....maybe it was just for fun anyways.

Junie with the spoils of her pillow tug-of-war victory. Did Nana sandbag? I'm staying mum...

Focus totally gone. Off to beautify, with hairbrush in hand.

June and I are heading to Michigan tomorrow for 5 days of visiting family and friends. Loads more pictures to come probably. And Lloyd will be in bachelor mode; what on earth will he get up to? Whooping it up, reveling in his freedom from the two oppressive, blood-sucking women in his life? Actually, he tells me he's heading to Virginia Friday night for a group camp-out and 50K trail run that I think he said is another Fat Ass run. So, no lolling on the couch under a mountain of empty pizza boxes with drool running down his chin and crumbs in his 5-day beard. Not this time.

C'mon, anyone surprised?!