Easter

Justin has to work on Sundays, so the boys & I had to celebrate Easter without him. The boys woke up & opened their Easter baskets.

One can never be too old for a cute little duckie.

                           
 Flarp & slappy hands: a must for boys' Easter baskets.


                                         We went to church & then the park.

                                            
                                                        Then we went home.

      Jarod's garden & garden gnome (which he says he painted to look like daddy).

                                                A little brotherly love.

                                                     "Really, Mom?"

                                 What happens when I let the boys make Easter dinner...........


                                        .......which somehow turns into THIS...............

                                                            ...........................and this............

                                                        ....................and this.

HAPPY EASTER!!!

Much Ado About Nothing

Not much has happened in the past couple weeks while I took an unintentional break from blogging.

(Don't worry. This is just the result of a ketchup war. I don't know why. I never do.)

Nothing except that I had to say goodbye to THIS sister & my little nephew & nieces, sadly.

 Oh yeah. And THIS sister had her 2nd, beautiful baby boy. But she lives in another state, so I haven't gotten to hold him yet, sadly. Only 4 more boys to go, sis! ;) So proud of you & happy for you!

Oh. And. We've made a couple trips to the library.

                                          We kind of take the place over.

      Some of us have our own SPECIAL way of doing things.

 Isaac HAD to have his OWN basket. Isaac: "Grunt. It's HEBBY!" (Heavy)

Of course there have been a couple Dr visits. Life wouldn't be complete without those. Isaac had an all-over body & face rash. Had to make sure it wasn't strep or a peanut allergy. Long story. Short version: just a virus. Possibly a mango allergy. Doc advised Isaac to stay out of those dern mango trees from now on.
We kind of take over the doctor's office too.

My beeeaaauuutiful tree is in bloom again & that always makes me happy. It is finally starting to look like spring around here.

 My dear friend & fellow-band member brought her kids over a few times........once for a pizza party & mini-jam-session.

                                           Micah & THE LOOK.

There's been more outside-play now that it's getting warmer.

 Oh, yeah. And I've gotten some spring organizing done. Brought all the summer & spring clothes down from the attic. Put up all the winter & fall things. That's always a HUGE undertaking.

Faux, wrap-around monkeys are all the latest rage you know.

                                                

             Played a rousing game of hide & seek.

   Went thrift store shopping. A favorite family outing.

       We like to look for..................

                                            ................bargains....?

                        Been tryin' to crack down on some kids to get their lessons done before summer. (I pray for anyone with this DNA strand.)  

       My hubby's been doing a lot of THIS lately. Trying to get the Suburban all spiffed up to be able to pull our camper efficiently. Not that I mind the view, but I kinda miss seeing his face.

                                       Been out for ice cream a couple times.

I've been sick with a tummy bug this weekend. Had to miss the Good Friday service. On the upside, I got the house to myself to watch movies on Netflicks, while Justin was at church with the kids. I'm starting to feel better. Tomorrow is Easter. Hopefully no one else gets sick so we don't have to miss Easter Service. Other than that, not a lot goin' on around here. ;) Oh........except for.........

THE HAIR

You've all seen pics of Seth's lovely locks. Ladies are particularly jealous of his perfect ringlets & he, himself, is rather proud of them as well. It's been a couple years since Seth has submitted to letting his dad near him with the clippers. Justin would just as soon shave it all off, like he does to Seth's little brothers, and start from scratch. But Seth's fragile teen-self-image would be shattered & he would probably hide from the world in his room until his beautiful mane grew back. I do my best to keep the clipper-wielding fiend away from THE HAIR, for as long as I possibly can. So sometimes I have Auntie Emily do it.....and sometimes I do it, even though I have no idea what I'm doing. Seth dreads the latter, but it's (usually) better than if Daddy were to do it.

 

 Seth has liked it when Emily's done it because she leaves his hair pretty long, but just trims the mullet-looking stuff off. But I kept forgetting to ask her. Justin's increasing threats of "trimming" Seth's hair, Marine Corps-style, were becoming a clear and present danger to THE HAIR.

                                                    Today I figured it was TIME.

                                      I told him to look at me, so he gave me THE LOOK.


As I cut, he kept gasping at the amount of hair falling to the floor & moaning, "my hair, my hair". I just kept telling him to be glad it was me & not his dad. I tried to leave it long-ish, but once I get going I can't stop until it's even. And with those kind of curls, I don't know how to tell if it's even yet or not. It's probably STILL not even............and I'll probably go to bed thinking about the spots I should have fixed. He was a little depressed after I finished cutting.



This is how much hair I cut off (minus the trash & dog hairs). To give you the proper perspective, this pile would fill up a large dinner plate. Though why hair would be on a dinner plate I have no idea.

 I think I actually did a darn fine job, if I do say so myself. And he still has lots of pretty curlie-Q's left. The ladies will still be jealous.

 He had this idea that only people with long hair could wear fedoras. And he MUST wear a fedora. I told him that he was wrong & that fedoras look just as nice with shorter hair. This pic proves me right.

                  Still a heart breaker. In the end, Seth was happy with his do...despite THE FACE. Mom-win.