The months of November and December, 2009 can be summed up in one hyphenated word,
D-Box.
Our neighbors have a friend who has a trailer with samples of the D-Box home theater chairs. Six chairs to be exact. It was originally parked in our neighbor's yard the week of Thanksgiving to entertain her elementary age kids and some visiting family members that weekend. It ended up sitting between our two homes for six weeks.
My kids learned what the D-box was QUICKLY. First, it began as a semi-formal invitation from my neighbor to me for our kids to come and watch "Happy Feet" on Wednesday afternoon (the day before Thanksgiving). We brought the popcorn and drinks and enjoyed a movie with stadium seating that moves as the action plays out. As the number of days continued with the D-Box a mere 40 feet from our back door, so did the number of hours my kids found themselves in the portable movie theater.
Whenever, I didn't know where one my kids was during that six weeks, I found them in the D-Box. "Can we go to the D-Box," was as common a phrase at our house as "can I have a snack" or "what's for dinner?"
Sam would get off the bus, run in the house and ask, "Can I go to the D-Box? They're going to watch Indiana Jones." Molly's usual "Good morning momma," was replaced with, "Can I watch a little girl show in the D-box while the kids are at school?" I seriously started using the D-Box as my new discipline device. "Ben, if you don't get your homework done, there will be NO D-Box this afternoon." "Sam, empty the dishwasher and put your back-pack away and then you can go to the D-Box." It worked like magic. I even began loving the convenience of the D-Box. I mean with winter in the beginning stages it was too cold to play outside, so what better form of entertainment could we find than our own movie theater.
The evening the D-box was hauled away, (after our home owners association president wrote a threatening letter) was rainy and as we were watching out the window them hitching the trailer to the truck, our hearts were saddened and I swear you could hear the faint sound of "taps" being played in the background. Sam started screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" and Molly began crying. It was if a member of the family was moving on.
Good bye D-Box, we'll miss you.
Today we have been married for 17 years. 
School Easter egg hunt
We spent Easter in Destin, Florida. The first day of our spring break.
The Easter egg hunt was the best. Our condo was on a golf course, the Easter bunny had PLENTY of room to hide eggs.
Of course Meg got three times as many as anyone else. I made her "re-hide" some so Sam and Molly could find a few more.
Post hunt hug.
Rusty lined up every bike Meg had, beginning with the "Tweety Bird bike" when she was three.
Now and then.
Molly decided to celebrate her "birthday" at preschool on St. Patrick's Day (she's a June birthday and doesn't get to celebrate it on her actual birthday due to there being no school in the summer). The problem was when Molly came home from a day of celebrating, she asked where her presents and cake were. 
"Work it baby."
Sporting the St. Patties Day hat.
Molly at her preschool Valentines Day Party
This Valentines day was busy due to extra church meetings for both me and Rusty. We weren't able to plan an over-the-top dinner as in years past, so focused instead on a fun breakfast. 
