Monday, April 13, 2009

Don't you know I have had Diarrhea since Easters?!

(name the movie)
I remember the days when grandma would hide a dozen easter eggs full of candy better than a girdle hides fat rolls. It took us 20 minutes to find three of them, and it was a calm, fun affair.

Then I moved to Utah.

Every parent here (including me) was like Violet Beauregarde's mother in the Tim Burton version of Willy Wonka. I understand their reasoning...tough economy + loads of candy = great food storage. 1500 kids running in an open field with a plastic egg covering every square inch.

"All that for a piece of no-name taffy from" Even 2-year olds know when they got jacked on the candy selection...

There was plenty of cruel pet owners as well.

Q-Bear was just as unimpressed with this Jersey cow.

Avery's first time on a horse/something in the horse Phylum. You should've seen me trying to unlatch her kung-fu grip on the saddle. There goes my "Father-of-the-Year" nomination.

She finally saw a peacock in real life. Of course now she cries whenever she sees mommy wearing a peacock feather hair bow. Ahh...future PETA member.

How'd this get in here?

By Sunday's Egg Hunt, Avery not only had her egg tracking skills mastered, but decided to bring a little style with her. So lady-like.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Randay Fridom.

Our littel Rivers Cuomo.

Couple pics of Liz for Miss Ruby Sue Etsy shop goodness.

...had to get a bit dirty for this one.
Work that umbrella.