Astonishingly enough, I finally got this thing caught up. It's possible we'll even manage to keep it that way for a week or two, but for now I'll just bask in the glory of this temporary achievement.
Ahhhhh.
Alright, enough basking. As you all well know, last weekend was Easter. Usually this means we pack the kids up in the car and head up to Sherman or down to Houston, but there was something a little different in the cards this year.
Before we made it to the weekend we sat down in the middle of the week for a nice comfy dinner at home and...
As you can see from our previous post and the image above, we've abandoned the high chair in favor of a fully seated table. Owen has finally (mostly) given up on flinging his food at every opportunity and has moved on to more subtle methods of rejection, like dumping his entire plate onto the table and picking out the things he wants to eat. Much though we dislike this, I have to admit I prefer it to having the food on the floor.
The weather turned out to be pretty nice that evening, so we decided to take the boys down to the park for a bit of time on the slides.
Once the boys finished messing around on the playground equipment, we decided to get out some more things to wear them entirely out.
Owen wasn't nearly as interested in that as he was in playing his favorite outdoor game. This consists of him hearing a distant rumbling, jabbing his finger skyward and yelling...
I can't wait for the first time he does that in the middle of a soccer game.
As the week drew to a close, we found ourselves attending the yearly Easter parties at the kids' day care. This consists of a fairly predictable set of events.
A few days later, we loaded the car up and headed down to visit the family for Easter. As I said, this year was a little different from before. Instead of heading to Nan and Papa's place, we worked our way out to a nice plot of land, graciously hosted by my aunt and uncle.
Plenty of fun was had by all, with all sorts of activities for Max to engage in while Owen toddled about.
Before we knew it, it was time to head out to Nan and Papa's place for dinner. This meant saying goodbye to Papa, but Owen wasn't entirely finished with him yet.
We settled in for the night and woke up a little early to try and get ready before the boys woke up. Shortly thereafter, I noticed that the door to our bedroom was moving, but someone decided not to come through it. When I looked into the other room, Max immediately scapegoated his brother, who "wouldn't go back to sleep." Shortly thereafter, we suited them up and headed off to church.
We took a couple of family photos (viewable via the typical end-of-post link, as this is already pretty photo-heavy) and headed back to Nan's house for a bit.
All that was left was to pack up the car and head home. Good times had by all. If you want to see the rest of the photos, you can click here. I'll keep my fingers crossed that we can keep this thing updated in the coming weeks. See you then!
































