Eggs and such

Whoa! Can you believe it is already past Easter. 2011 is flying by!!! It has been a very different year for us so far. Lots of change and adjusting. We did what every other fellow Christian does for this great holiday.
We...

Colored some eggs... beware, these pictures may contain some brief nudity.


She was totally into it, we couldn't keep her busy body in her chair!




She was mostly into it, but mostly was into sucking on her left fist


He was into it, but not into constantly reminding Avery to sit her bum on her chair

I was pretty into it too

Can you guess who's egg belongs to whom (I hate the word "whom" I think it sounds so ugly)?




Oh Travis.

We also participated in an intense egg locating search in our neighborhood


This was before the damage

This was after

I think she is going to be a pretty intense athlete because she didn't smile once during the hunt, she was on a mission. Or maybe she just really loves candy? She had this look the entire time.

She was cool with the Easter bunny but I think she was still scouring the field for eggs. Intense I tell ya.

At last, Easter morning...

Avery's aunt Tracie bought her her Easter dress. Thanks aunt Titi. We curled her hair. She was looking fancy!

Trav got off work around 10:30 that morning, and it was the funniest thing, because he took Avery and Brooklyn out for a walk, and the Easter bunny showed up while they were gone. Perfect timing!

The Easter bunny decided this year to be more practical and have less candy this year, so Avery got a swimming suit, some white sandals, and of course a bunch of eggs filled with candy. She didn't give a rat about anything but the candy!

Brooklyn got baby hangers, binkies and baby wash in her basket, just what she needed!!!

Travis was spoiled by the Easter bunny this year. He got lots of candy, a swim suit, some shorts and some deodorant.

Yes that is my Pony Basket, and I got exercise clothes and candy


It was enjoyable! We tried to teach Avery the true meaning of Easter. At first it was hard to explain, because we didn't know how to tell her that Jesus died for us. But then my mom sent this really sweet package, and it had an Easter book about Jesus on it, so we just read her that story. Next time we will just leave it up to some random author who we don't know to teach our kid!

Happy Easter everyone!

Two

For one of my new year's resolutions, I decided I was going to blog more often. I did good for awhile. Then two kids happened. I got lazy. Two kids is tough. I will be honest. I thought it wouldn't be that big of a change. I thought going from zero to one kid would be tougher. You quit your job, you become a stay at home mom, you can't just get up and go see a movie with your husband, all that stuff happens when you have a kid, so I thought it would be a cinch to adjust to two kids. Boy was I slapped in the face with reality. It really has been tough. The thing is, I was blessed with probably the easiest baby God could have given me. Really. She sleeps about 12 hours a night with only one night feeding in the middle. She only cries when there is something wrong. She smiles a ton. She doesn't mind her very hands on sister and she loves to cuddle with me! The hard part is the two year old. I love that kid with all of my heart, but lately she has turned into a diva. We are working on it with her, but some days I have to go into another room and pull out my rug and chant. Between my needy two year old and my baby, who I think is perfect but unfortunately still needs to eat, poop and sleep, I have had very little time to myself. Blogging hasn't been on my top list of things to do when I have "me" time. Thirty Rock sounds a lot more appealing (I just started watching the first season, and it is amazing, why have I not watched it ever, Tina Fey is rocking my world, but this is for another blog).

Anyway, I have to talk about last Wednesday, and this kind of explains our lives right now... last Wednesday I was excited because I had plans to go to the library for story time, then go to the park with some friends. Avery woke me up about 7:30 and we started the day. We had breakfast, I even folded all of my laundry. I packed lunches, even showered and got ready for the day. I had both of my girls ready, with bows in their hair. This is huge for us! We were actually going to be on time for the library, I just had to get the keys and go. Oh wait, where where the keys? Hmmmm I couln't find them. This always happens though, and they usually are located within 5 minutes. Not this time. I looked for about ten minutes. I remembered that Trav was the last one to drive the car, so I called him at work, and he remembered seeing them in a weird place, but couldn't remember where. Crap. Time was ticking, and I was starting to get anxious. I did another sweep of the house and nothing! We were now officially late for story time. I decided to give up on the idea of story time and take a break from the keys. The next thing I know, my neighbor, Jana is knocking on my door. Travis had called her to come and help me find the keys. Ha! I told her not to worry about it (she has 3 kids of her own!) The next thing I knew, Travis was home from work on his lunch break. He must have felt really bad, so he wanted to come and help me. He looked for about 30 minutes and nothing. We were starting to think that Avery snatched them right up. So Travis went back to work. After he left, I got a call from him. He got a ticket! These missing keys were suddenly becoming a little expensive. I put Avery down for a nap, and searched a little more. When she woke up, there was diarrhea all over her and her bed. It was the nastiest smell ever!!! I was starting to lose it a bit. After I got Avery out of the tub, all the bedding and clothes into the laundry, etc I decided to give it up and just get back in my sweats. I tried, I really did. Anyway, after a difficult day with the diva and the keys and all that I started breaking down. Avery is a sucker for tears, so when she saw me, she came out of diva mode and was very sweet and comforting. Travis is also a sucker for tears, so he told me to take it easy and he would put Avery to bed. So nice, but I guess Brooklyn can see right through the tears, because she started bawling hysterically. I think she may have had the same stomach bug as Avery. Anyway, after a while of trying to console her, she finally fell asleep. Travis came down from putting Avery down and had a theory. Our downstairs bathroom toilet was a little backed up, he proposed that Avery flushed the keys down the toilet. He then proceeded to take the toilet apart and fish around. He came to the conclusion that he was wrong. And then he came to another conclusion that he couldn't put the toilet back together. I came to the conclusion that he should probably try to stick to the world of medicine, not plumming. So now we have no downstairs toilet, an expensive speeding ticket and no second car access. At this point, I just had to laugh. The rest of this story is kind of lame. I found the keys the next day under the bed under a blanket. I swear on my first born, we looked there.

The reason I wrote this whole story down is really just for me. 20 years from now, I will read about what life was like with young kids. I will be eating Turkish delight aboard my yacht in the Bahamas and just laugh to myself about the "growing times of my life." I'm so grateful for a sweet husband, good family and great friends (if you all stay true, you will be invited on my yacht.)

I have been such a slacker with posting pictures of Brooklyn. So I'm going to dedicate this post to her with tons of pictures. I love her.

OK Avery, you can be in one too. I love you.