Ford is ONE, and Earth Day.

Well, the highlighters have been reclaimed from the depths of the crayon boxes, the sweat pants unearthed from the back of the closet (ha, who am I kidding? those were easy to find), all the wine polished off to avoid temptation, and untold amounts of money spent on meat and more meat during the "Dad's in charge of dinners" grocery shop. Not that I am complaining. These kids love sausages so much it's vaguely disturbing. 

Writing week is upon us. But first, a few from the weekend. 

We made it to the end of Ford's blowout birthday week, and he is, in fact, one. The bottles are washed and put away, the formula calculation was a real stroke of luck (last bag was ON the big day), and there was only a little bit of nostalgia about no longer having a baby. Hard to believe those days are really over. (Particularly hard to believe at 3am, when both "big kids" want Mom and Dad snuggles.) Finley, who usually hates having her picture taken, insisted on being part of Ford's official 12 month photo. She also wanted her own sticker, so I dug up this one from some bar in Austin. It says "Thirsty Planet- Drink Local" on it. Maybe we'll win Parents of the Year next year.

Ford's going to be really disappointed when he realizes he doesn't get cupcakes every day now. Daycare was not to be outdone, and we had one last celebration Friday night.

We went big for Earth Day this weekend, with a big bash at the nature museum,

and then Finley and I went to Poughkeepsie for the March for Science. She had the time of her life at the "parade," which featured a jazz band, and the science fair afterwards, most of which she spent throwing rocks into the Hudson.

Sunday we went to "Sheep to Shawl" at the Phillipsburg Manor, where the kids loved the sheep- and- duck- herding, and got to pet lambs and climb fences.

Ford mostly wanted to practice his walking. He can walk on his own now, but refuses to do it for a camera. Naturally.

And now it's time to get this thesis done. Even though I'm still cracking up about the fact that Finley loves her sign from the march so much, she takes it with her everywhere. Ford got his hands on it yesterday, and she grabbed it back and said, "No, Ford. This is MY parade." Indeed, Finley. Look out, though. Big guy's on the move.