Not little Robin Redbreast. Not the red-winged blackbird. Not even the various shades of yellow and orange jonquils that are blossoming in my garden. For me, it is the blooms of the magnolia trees that signify spring-time in Iowa.
I love Iowa's transitional seasons. We didn't have them in New Mexico. Not
really. Not like we have them in Iowa. Around October and November, Autumn is my favorite season. But when April rolls around, nothing beats spring. Spring, with the hints of warmth on the lightly floral-scented breeze; with the first open windows airing out a stuffy house; with the sight of the giant pink-and-white magnolia blossoms. For me, magnolia blossoms mean: Lagomarcino Hall, lilac bushes and flowering trees on the walk to class, rounding up girls to help build the VEISHEA float - or hold a balloon in the VEISHEA parade, bedracing and tug-of-war, sunning on the front walk, frisbee in the lawn...and all of those other wonderful things that mean April at Iowa State. My first
real spring that I ever experienced was in college...and so, for me, springtime will always mean those memories. I love those memories. And so, I love spring.
This year, spring means a bit more. It means scrambling to find time to work in the yard when
every weekend it rains and baby girls (still, at five and half months) don't like to nap. It also means that summer is right around the corner...a summer where I will get to go to the splashpad on a Tuesday morning to miss the crowds that Saturday will bring, a summer where we
just might hang up a swing to play with the girls outside, a summer where girls will go from laying to scooting to crawling (and then all heck will break loose), a summer where I
will train these babies to sleep, a summer where we will take long walks as a family, a summer where I will have vegetable garden with ripe tomatoes and zucchini, a summer for which I
cannot wait. And spring means that the wait is almost over. And so, I love spring.
Here are some pictures of the girls' baptism...first, the four of us with Reverend Hohmann.

the whole crowd of family that helped us celebrate...

Cora with her great-grandma Petersen

the girls in their baptism outfits

This is the dress that I wore for my first Easter. Since we were all November babies, I thought it would neat to see how the girls looked in the same garb...


A couple comparison pics. The first was taken on November 19 - the girls' first trip out of the house to their 1-week doctor's appointments.

Next up, this photo was taken on April 11th...WOW what a difference!

And then, a few more pics...just for fun:

Both the girls found their toes this week...but Evaline is the only one who will provide evidence for the camera.