Monday, April 9, 2012

EASTER 2012 Y'ALL!

I think blogging does my family more harm than good. I blog under the guise of keeping a family journal but that's all bull-hooey. Because my children turn into rabid beasts when I open the computer, heaving their bodies against mine repeatedly and trying to slam my laptop shut. As I'm typing this, Leah is sitting on my shoulders, bull-riding, and Eve will only be occupied until she tops off the little pile of m&ms I strategically placed in the middle of the kitchen floor for her to find...

But, I soldier on... for the children.

'Twas a glorious Easter this year. Holidays are most excellent in that they provide you with constant leverage against your children.

Ah ah ah! The Easter Bunny's watching!

I wouldn't do that if I were you... the Easter Bunny might decide to skip our house this year!

If you don't knock it off, your dad and I are gonna eat the Easter Bunny for dinner!

That last one is my very favorite and is especially effective at stopping the Turkey Sub in her tracks.

Having a major hand up on your kids aside, watching them get caught up in the magic of it all is pretty much what my dreams are made of.

Let's start at the beginning, a very good place to start... Dyeing the eggs. I didn't really take any pictures of the finished product because this was a hands on project for me--but here are the darlings while their eggs were soaking.




Baby Eve has starting saying "Cheeeeeeeeese!" whenever the camera comes out so most of the photos I have of her capture this little underbite "mid-cheese" pose.



Sunday morning all dressed up before church (these pictures are not in order). Both girls picked out their own dresses this year--well, Eve's is the one she decided to chew on so I took it as her "picking" it. I think they did well for themselves.



Take a look at this girls mane these days. Naturally she thinks she is Repunzel and every time I mention cutting her hair she recoils in disgust. She told me the other day I was trying to take away her magical powers. This prompted an impromptu performance of "Mother Knows Best."



On Sunday morning the girls woke up early to search for their easter baskets. I love how I keep acting like Eve knew what was going on. She didn't...



But she did enjoy the fruits of Leah's labor...



Surprisingly, Leah's favorite part of it all was a letter from the Easter Bunny. She couldn't believe he left her a note---with paw prints and all.


After church we spent a lovely Easter dinner with friends.

On Friday, we were pleasantly surprised to find out Sam had work off---so we finagled a few other dads taking the day off so we could go to the NYC International Auto Show. John, Sam and James pictured here waiting for the potty...


Leah was especially smitten with this cute little red and white fiat...


... and the viper... yeah.


Before the auto show we had a little easter party/egg hunt at John and Marcia's house... it was beautiful and wonderful and a perfect photo opp. I told Eve to do her best Billy Idol... She floofed up her hair and nailed it.


The matriarchs...



Sam giving Leah a little egg hunting advice...




Our respective delectable offspring. You'd think it was difficult to get them all to sit there so nicely while we took this photo---and it was... until I threatened to whip up a little EB stew...


Happy Easter, friends! I hope yours was a lovely as mine! Now excuse my while I go pile-drive a three year old.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

BLOG FAIL

I can't help myself. I've lost the will to live. Well, not really live. Mostly just blog. I still blame Tony (see post below) because most days even my finger muscles are sore... so we'll just settle on it being his fault and move forward.

On the bright side, Leah watches me exercise everyday like it's some sort of freak show. I really love it. I guess that's what I get for doing it in my underwear. It's pretty, folks. She can't help herself. Today, while I was happily engaged in plyometrics, I heard her start giggling from her little perch on the back of the couch. Secretly, I knew the day would come when she would have to start commentating, but I ventured to ask her what was so funny anyway. She was delighted and said, "Mama, you get all wiggly and shaky when you do exercises!"

Let's not pretend the word she was looking for wasn't JIGGLY. Cause it was. You know it, and I know it.

But alas, she calls me out when I'm cheating, "Mama, that's not what they're doing on the TV!" so I'll keep her around to keep me honest.

Anyway, I just wanted to post a couple of pictures and videos to stay relevant to those who care. And to remind you of how cute my kids are...

Exhibit A:

She's practicing her "beggar face" before heading out to make some loot panhandling on the streets. She takes the good people of New Jersey to the cleaners...

If only they knew the truth...

And this is the only view I've had of this little heffa for weeks.

Well, and this:


She takes her food consumption seriously. Like her father. But I think we can all agree that Leah's ad-libbed song about loving us in the background, and subsequent calling out of Sam for not saying it back to her is the real treat of that video.

Oh, and this video makes me want to burst. (Please excuse my squeaking and squealing):


One of our daily Olan Mills photo shoots, courtesy of Leah (post-exercising...forgive me):


There's a slight chance the novelty of picture-taking wore off for Leah a long time ago and I'm the one still forcing it.

No mama! I don't want to take any more pictures of you! Please!

Just take the @$!& picture! Here's some chocolate...

Just kidding. But seriously.

And finally, these two lovebirds cut a serious rug at our ward dinner dance a few weeks ago...


The truth is, we all cut a rug. And afterwards, felt a little embarrassed about our bafoonery and lack of inhibition in general...

Especially Sam. Because he ended up in ladies' underwear.