upside down at yoga

Here is a photo of me at yoga yesterday. I have perfected the fine art of handstands against the wall. I highly recommend this pose to anyone who suffers back, hip, or circulation problems.

I have been going to my yoga studio since January of 2009 - months before I was born.

the last supper

Since my dad is scheduled for surgery tomorrow, we went to Verde's to enjoy one last supper.

A trip to Verde's means that I get to run about on the large back lawn with one parent while the other eats alone. Since my dad's football career is over, I am now captain of the team.

my new monster truck

Since my sister moved away, we were not sure how we would spend Easter. We had a busy day and the Easter bunny managed to find my house.

We woke up quite early for a Sunday. When I say "we" got up early, I mean that my mom and I woke up at our normal early time but we dragged my dad out of bed too. There was a children's festival at my school. The second photo is me playing in my nest at school.

After the festival, we went home to see what the Easter bunny brought me. I lucked out.

But nothing was as nice as the Easter basket Lisa and Victor brought me. It had sidewalk chalk, a monster truck, chocolate (which I helped myself to throughout the evening and got progressively crazier), and some things for the bath. Did I mention that she brought me a monster truck? It is my new best friend. I have always loved Lisa but now more so than ever.

Dinner was lovely.

flowers

The one thing we can count on every spring is that our irises will bloom beautifully. The bulbs were a gift from Ellen several years ago when her aunt, a world-famous iris farmer, died. When she died, Ellen spent countless hours digging every single bulb out of the farm.

Since we finally had some rain this fall, this has been the best year yet for wildflowers. My school is covered in flowers. Of all of the first ladies, Lady Bird Johnson did the most good. And it has lasted for decades. Don't be disappointed but I may not pose for a wildflower photo this year. Well, if you can catch me, I might. The days are running out. It has been in the 90s this weekend. The flowers are about to shrivel and die. Everything is about to die.

I have finally started to ride my tractor. It was a Christmas gift from my grandmothers in 2010. I was terrified of how loud the tractor was until just this week. While I was afraid of it, I would just sit on it inside the house; sometimes I would be brave enough to honk the horn. Now I tear around the yard.