March… the month of wind and taxes.
Taking these monthly pictures is making me realize just how fast the year is flying by. The kids love our teeny tiny heads and our giant tall legs in the shadow, while I love that I can see Torin’s braid on the right side of her neck. She lets me put two French braids in her hair every morning before school, but I have to work fast. She allows me 50 seconds for each side, and she counts out loud while I’m braiding. Sometimes the pressure gets to me and the braid turns out more crooked than Lombard Street. I’m thankful that she shows some leniency if she sees that I’m not going to make it. She’ll slow down and drag it out (forty-eight… forty-nine… forty-nine and a quarter… forty-nine and a half…).
I’m so glad that April is almost here. Bring on the baseball.
