Black is the new black

It is beginning to sink in that we are actually moving... Once March rolled around, we realized that May 1st will be upon us before we know it. So, we thought we'd better take advantage of every moment we have left in this beautiful sunny city. We went for a hike on Friday night before dinner and had a great time. The boys were hopping around like little mountain goats and we had to keep yelling "Slow down! Get away from edge! Get back here!" It was nice to see them having so much fun.

This is one thing I have always loved about Kwint... he is happier in the air than on the ground-- figuratively and literally. His motto is "Why walk when you can run, and why run when you can jump?"

I had a difficult time getting Brennan to stop moving long enough to smile, so although he is not looking at the camera, at least I captured the front of his face instead of the back of his head as he ran away from me.

Kaeleb loves crawling through caves and arches, which are plentiful in these wind eroded red cliffs.

This has been an unusual spring-- it is normally in the 70's by now with buds on the trees, but I guess the groundhog saw his shadow because there is nary a leaf out there... but this is my favorite view of the city-- with the Temple in the center, just as it should be the center of our lives.

Here are our shadows on the bluff... a poetic photographic moment for me...

This week I didn't have much on my schedule and was feeling particularly energetic (which has not happened since Brenny was born) so I decided to refinish the table and chairs. This table belonged to Grandma Ruth and although it was pretty beat up, I couldn't bear (or afford) to part with it. The edges of the table were worn to the bare wood and there were bite marks on the backs of the chairs from Brenny's teething days. (We compared him to the baby on A Series of Unfortunate Events that bites everything and hangs on with her teeth) So, three days, 100 dollars, and five trips to Home Depot later, this is the end result. I quite like it. I had to paint the picture frames on our kitchen wall and a shelf black to match, and just because I had all the stuff out, I painted an old run down bookcase that was once Tom's. Kaeleb started getting a little nervous and timidly asked, "Uh, Mom, are you going to paint EVERYTHING black?" I laughed and said "It looks that way, but I promise I will stop after this." I think he was imagining his toys and all turning black.

This was a silly moment after baths one night this week..

Kwint likes to style Kaeleb's hair this way...

And, speaking of black, I learned a valuable lesson last Sunday night. Never let the boys wrestle while sitting on my lap. This black eye I am now sporting is the unfortunate result of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This was it on Monday.

And here it is on Thursday. All week I have creatively matched my shirt and my eyeshadow to the changing color of my black eye. I wore black one day, blue two days, purple two days, and am now getting closer to the green spectrum. I found that if I plastered it with makeup and matched the eyeshadow on the other eye to the black eye, no one even noticed it. It is only the second black eye I have ever had. The first was a gift from my big brother when I was just a toddler. I have been surrounded by strong, rowdy boys all of my life and I wouldn't change a moment of it. I have also been the victim of many a fat lip and lacerations from flying toys. Oh well.