Honey Nut Snotty Nose

Ricky's sister had her baby last night, so we went to the hospital to visit her. Because we had the boys, we had to take turns going back to see her. I went back first and left Ricky with the munchkins. About 15 minutes later, I returned and the expression on Ricky's face made me very nervous. In the short time I was gone, Parker had to pee and Luke pooped. They were already tired of their surroundings & asking to leave. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Ricky in the bathroom juggling Parker and Luke plus all of our luggage. We cant seem to go anywhere these days without packing up half the house.

Ricky handed me Luke and wished me luck. There I sat with my huge belly, two restless toddlers, a diaper bag, backpack, purse, dinosaurs and a small library of books brought from the house. I could feel the staring from the others in the room. They were probably trying to figure out why I was in the waiting room and not in the delivery room or maybe how many of the kids were mine. Across from us was a little girl the same age as Parker. She kept sneezing and had a runny nose. I had just broke out the cereal in attempt to keep everyone happy when this cute little girl walked over with all of her germs and said "Hi" to the boys. Out of all the times I've tried to teach Parker how to share, this was not one of moments I actually wanted him to practice his generosity. He must have thought she looked hungry because faster than I could think, he handed over his bag of goodies (just like the gentlemen Ive taught him to be.) How do you tell your kid not to share... especially in front of a parent? I was trying to politely stop him and her father was like, "Its OK. She can have some!" She then wiped her nose and stuck her hand in Parker's cereal bag. As if that wasn't bad enough, she decided to walk over and put it in Luke's mouth. It was a nightmare.

Hours later, or so it seemed, Ricky rounded the corner and I'm pretty sure I heard the hallelujah chorus in the background. Or maybe it was just in my head. It was time to go home and the antibacterial wipes in the car were calling my name.

Shout Em Out

Today's one of those days where I'm just waiting for someone to step into my life and say "You're on Candid Camera!" (remember that show??) I think it all started with the bag of goldfish crackers the boys had for breakfast while I was working on senior pictures. Parker is very familiar with the snack cabinet and gladly shares his findings with Luke. Hey, at least he's sharing.
After a nutritious breakfast I decided that I'd better get serious with my chore list for the day. Desperate to complete my photo work, I opened up the back doors and let the boys play in their new sandbox ( thanks Landen) while I sat in bedroom and worked on the computer. I could see them out of the corner of my eye and could hear them laughing and playing. This was working out great! I'll pay to air condition the backyard any day in exchange for a few minutes of silence.
They were so close, yet so far away. About 5 minutes into my work I got that feeling in my stomach. You know, that sudden jerk inside that tells you something is going on that shouldn't be...that one. Every good mother has felt this at some point. :) Anyway, I stepped out the back door to find that the boys had left the sandbox and had moved their playtime into the laundry room. I knew it! I knew they were into something other than the shovels and buckets I had left them with. What I didn't know, until after Luke slipped out of my hands, was that Parker had pulled the "Shout" stain removal off the shelf and soaked his brother with it...along with everything else in the laundry room two feet and below. As aggravating as it was to have to stop what I was doing and bathe boys, I couldn't help but laugh. Parker kept saying, " I do No-sing (nothing) Mom." Isn't it amazing how we learn how to lie so early in life?
Parker ended the evening by dumping out a bottle of bubble bath on the bathroom floor and all in the toilet. It was another lovely day. :)

Easter Pictures

(Ricky's mom and sis)

During the hunt Parker kept going through his basket and throwing out any egg that appeared the slightest bit cracked. He'd tell me, "dat one bwoken."

No, we did not have a monkey at the egg hunt. That's just Brandon performing his daily flag pole climb.

I had planned a mini photo shoot for that day with the boys in their outfits and easter eggs all cute... so much for that. I was barely able to get these few shots. Within minutes the boys were dirty, it was a million degrees out, everyone needed naps (including me) and it just didn't seem worth the effort at the time. So, enjoy these few snapshots. It took all the energy I had to get them!