I swear, we are cursed.
On Saturday, I took the girls to a little community fair in Gilbert while David was at a swim meet. At around noon, David called and simply said "DON'T GO HOME. There are bees. Lots of bees." (Cue my stomach dropping...)
One of our neighbors had kindly called the swim school that morning to let them know that there was a huge black cloud of bees circling above the ficus in our front yard. David called the exterminators immediately, and when they called him back to let him know the job was done, apparently they mentioned that there were, oh, say....about TEN THOUSAND bees that were exterminated.
Is your jaw dropping the way mine did?
Coincidentally... Ava's little friend had left this lucky little charm at our house the previous day.
Oh, and did I mention that right before the last bee incident, I had just finished reading "The Secret Life of Bees"??
That's it...no more bee-related materials in our house. Period.
According to Pagan folklore, bees entering one's home is a sign of good luck, and killing those bees will bring terrible misfortune.
Anyone have a rabbit's foot I can borrow?
Speaking of rabbits...here are a few pictures of the girls in their Easter dresses. In true Tait-style, neither of the girls would sit still and let me take a really good shot, so I had to catch them on the run.
Ella, half-laughing, half-crying after church.
Isn't the back of the dress cute, too?
These dresses are so adorable, I think I'm going to have to get their pictures professionally taken in them. But...that's a chore for another week. **sigh** I don't have the fortitude to make it through another photo shoot for a while.
Oh, and here's Ella's favorite new pastime... welcome to the world of the chatting on the phone, baby.