Weekend in K.C.

A tour of the new temple was our objective, but we also made it around to a few other priorities.  Liberty jail. Lawrence for breakfast at Wheatfields (then bread and macaroons to bring home), the toy store for fun stuff (obviously), and Sarah's fabrics to indulge my appetite for hard-to-find designer quilt fabrics (an almost out-of-body experience to be sure).    Then we zoomed to the Deanna Rose Farm, because K.C. isn't K.C. without goats somehow.    Oklahoma Joe's, Mi Ranchito and lots of swimming in the hotel pool to keep the little people happy.    Church with our old ward and quick hellos with lots of old friends.  A whirlwind trip to be sure, but worthwhile and hopefully good memories for the little people.  The temple was last before heading home.  So beautiful.  I got a little emotional seeing the spires above the tree-line as we approached from the interstate.  Bub's favorite thing about the temple?  The 'bootiful trash cans'.   And they were beautiful, actually, but still, the trash cans?  Really?

Visitors

With a lake nearby, we have a pretty steady stream of ducks and Canada geese passing by.  This pair decided to take a break on the roof peak though.   They seemed quite pleased with themselves and the view up there.

Happy Easter

With 9 a.m. church, the basket hunt began early.  Approximately 6:30 a.m.  Yay.  The ravaging of baskets  was so fast and furious, I didn't get photos.  But when the excitement subsided a bit, and Easter duds were donned, we worked on a few photos.  Bubs was particularly sweet putting on his first-ever suit.  I told him he would be so handsome, "I will look like a gentleman" he responded in a whisper with a remarkably non-mischievous smile.  Miss S's dress was her own creation, since she chose her fabric and all the particulars of the dress design.  And it just had to be accented with "high heels."  She was insistent on that.

After church, a quick ice-cube tray lunch.  Which "we love, love, love, Mom, because they're awesome".   A tray loaded with fruit, rolled turkey, and lots of veggies?   Happy to oblige. (Suckers!)  And really, this was the culinary high-point of the day, as our Easter feast meat was dry, the potatoes luke-warm, the rolls doughy, and the haricot vert tough and chewy.  

And when I ribbed the girl for her standard "photo" smile, she really pulled out all the stops and gave me her very best:

Yes, that's my sweet pea.  My delicate flower.