I would like to draw your attention to a time honored tradition brought forth from my maternal ancestors. Emilia has inherently honored this tradition without prompting, it is in her blood, she feels a natural instinct and acts upon it. She has taken the chocolate bunny of her brother and has eaten it's ears.
When we ask Gavin to smile, this is the face we get. He is in training to become a pirate. Honestly, can't you just hear him going "
ARGH!".
Emilia was less than pleased when I bit the head off of her pink peeps marshmallow chick. You did read the part about it being an instinct...it is almost like I can't help it.
We gave
Emi the peep so she would be happy for the pictures. Instead all we have are pictures of her staring at the
confectionary abomination.
I was given the simple assignment of making rolls. I decided to cheat and use frozen store bought dough. I followed the directions. They did not double in size, they converged together to create behemoth pans of dough. When I called my mom to tell her the rolls were threatening a coup de tat she informed me that rolls can collapse. I gently approached the rolls and commenced negotiating a truce. Apparently it was too late, they had suffered enough and thus felt the need to make me look really silly. They fell. So instead of bringing delicious rolls to Easter Dinner, I brought edible "flats". Sorry Mom.
Emi, looking precious as usual. Her cheeks might still be full of candy.
Gavin, smiling again.
Hope you all had a Happy & Memorable Easter!
The sunshine is out and so are we!! Above you see Gavin and Emi giving each other loves-not sure how hugs turned into bonkin' noggins but it has become an expression of sibling affection. 
Classic Gavin-can't get him to stay still long enough-he is suspended in mid air. I believe the sunshine has brought out Gavin's great smile!!
Emilia looking precious as usual.
Took the kids to see the The Eugene Ballet Company's free Lobby performance of Peter Pan. Gavin and Emilia were absolutely enchanted. 
Nice to know that there are still people looking out for each other...and that they have AWESOME transportation. Thank you!! 
I would like to draw your attention to a time honored tradition brought forth from my maternal ancestors. Emilia has inherently honored this tradition without prompting, it is in her blood, she feels a natural instinct and acts upon it. She has taken the chocolate bunny of her brother and has eaten it's ears.
When we ask Gavin to smile, this is the face we get. He is in training to become a pirate. Honestly, can't you just hear him going "ARGH!".
Emilia was less than pleased when I bit the head off of her pink peeps marshmallow chick. You did read the part about it being an instinct...it is almost like I can't help it.
We gave Emi the peep so she would be happy for the pictures. Instead all we have are pictures of her staring at the confectionary abomination.
I was given the simple assignment of making rolls. I decided to cheat and use frozen store bought dough. I followed the directions. They did not double in size, they converged together to create behemoth pans of dough. When I called my mom to tell her the rolls were threatening a coup de tat she informed me that rolls can collapse. I gently approached the rolls and commenced negotiating a truce. Apparently it was too late, they had suffered enough and thus felt the need to make me look really silly. They fell. So instead of bringing delicious rolls to Easter Dinner, I brought edible "flats". Sorry Mom.
Thought I'd share some recent pictures just incase anyone thought I'd gotten the situation underhand and mistakenly perceived that I'd regained some kind of control over here.
I've checked, she gets adequate air supply from in there.
Technically not our tree...
List of accomplishments for the day included: Rewound Paper Towel Roll. Anyone else knock that one off the "To Do" List?
The answer to your question is: No, I do not give my baby half gallons of ice cream and say "go to it" her brother on the other hand, apparently has no qualms about dishing out the goods.
It sounds more ambitious than it actually was. Jenni Cragun and her boys Caleb & Noah joined us as we trekked up Mt. Pisgah. We didn't get far...didn't exactly summit...but the kids got nice and dirty and tired. If only I'd thought of making coordinating outfits out of curtains it would have been perfect.
