Ella and I went to an egg hunt on saturday, just the two of us. She had a great time hunting for well hidden eggs. They were up in trees, down by the creek, and I even found an egg from a previous year's hunt.
It was a home improvement weekend. Hopefully our treehouse is closed to all nesting woodpeckers, chickadees, and squirrels for the moment. We live in a natural cedar house clinging to the side of a steep wooded hill, a treehouse. As a small token for the birds, John put up a birdhouse. It was claimed within 24 hours. We weeded and planned some plant purchases. I think John finally realized how hard it is to actually accomplish something real with John and Ella "helping".
Ella has been a bit distracted. A seven year old girl is moving in next door, and Ella has been stalking her non-stop. She even has Barbies and Brats dolls and drinks Kool-Aid. It is nice that she will have a friend to ride the bus with when Kindergarden starts next year. She calls me "ma'am" and compliments our house. Last night she was waiting when Ella got home from the egg hunt. She had a bug jar and was planning on becoming a scientist. They happily caught bugs until dark. Ella said, "I don't think you'll like her mama; she smokes cigarettes and then throws them on the ground". I just told her that not every family is like ours. It will work out.
Or we'll just move. Driven away by a seven year old in low rise jeans.
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