Flowing Strong

After a pleasant afternoon spent strolling on Long Wharf and swimming at the Logan Hilton's indoor lap pool, we set out on an overnight jaunt from Boston to Keflavik. All three of our boys did very well after succumbing to the sweet songs of red-eyed sleep. Mama didn't get any sleep; the crying, sick child in front of us took away the sugar plums and left visions of swine flu in return.

The sky is bright as we land before the 6am hour and we are ready to venture forth into a new land.

Everybody come into my room and get on my bed. Now I'm in charge so I have to sit on the white pillow.

Thank you to Z for a very nice parent-teacher breakfast session at school. You showed us lots of activities.

Yesterday Z let me know that he wished he had a really long tongue.

We dropped off big brother at sunday school and we are off on an adventure. Papa thought we were searching for purple flowers and bears, but we are actually looking for the milk place.

24 hours after our scheduled departure from atlanta, mama keeps the troops in check with a green bear story about his first days of school.

Our airport delays allowed for a rapid visit to grandmama, grandaddy, and tio jon. Also resulted in a new big green egg for the cantrells of the south.

Happy easter!

The final stop on our key west adventure was a trip to the Art Museum next to the Sunset dock. Suggested by Nico, this was a terrific stop.

On the upper floor was an amazing exhibition of Key West folk artist Mario Sanchez. A cuban immigrant with a skill for wood carving and oil painting. His work showed the character of the people of Key West. My favorite was a scene within a cigar factory with Mario's father reading a novela to the cigar workers. We learned from the curator that 80% of the works turn over each year; we'll be sure to make a return.

An easter egg assortment for sorting. You enjoyed this sequence while visiting with second cousin Tony Nabors.