Spring Break

For the first time since Isaac has been in school, spring break actually meant something. And it was fun.
No, we didn't travel. But our March weather - usually the snowiest of the year - warmed up to a two-week string of 70 and 80-degree days. We had plans with friends almost every day to fill our unstructured week with fun and take advantage of the weather. The parks were full of kids, and we spent two long, sunny mornings at our beautiful Botanic Gardens.

There was a park playdate on Tuesday, where I counted nine families we knew. On Wednesday morning, we had signed up for a Little Sprouts class with friends, and the four-year-olds got to learn about plants and plant their own seeds (sadly, Isaac's flat was later victim to a gigantic windstorm after our idyllic week and weather were over).
Above, he is coloring his laminated markers, with buddy Ewan sitting next to him. Below, we all wandered around the gardens after the class.

The next day, while Isaac's Thursday morning school was still in session, Jonah and I had a morning to ourselves. So I signed him up for the toddler class at the gardens. He was unsure about it until they handed him a tub with a wooden spoon and filled it with water.

They didn't get to plant seeds, but they did get to dig in dirt, splash water, and eat - what more could Jonah want? "Snack" was a tasting of cool-season vegetables. Here is Jonah shoving shredded, raw beets in his mouth. 

One night that week, I managed to make my first batch of bagels. They were gone in under 24 hours.