Sunday, April 20, 2014

Wherever we go, that's where the Party's at!


Yesterday was a crazy busy day.  But what a Beautiful day for Parties.
This song was in my head all day.   But yes, it is humbling.   It felt good to be so loved, that our presence was requested all over town.  And Blessedly, we were able to pull it together enough to make appearances, and visit with all our loved ones.

First thing, we went to lunch with my Dad, for the best wings in town at Brozzini's.  The kids were all bedecked in Easter-y cuteness.  They were so cute, and they managed not to cover their outfits in pizza or wing sauce.  Can't say the same for myself.  ;)  But no one wants to see me, here's some Cuteness.

All 5 grandkids by the fireplace at Oma and Opa's. 

But we've developed a new tradition of posing in the flower garden.  
My dad and stepmom have the prettiest garden.  A couple years back I put the boys there surrounded by tulips, and then we added the girls too.  Placing 5 kids among the daffodils was tricky, but they sure were sweet. 

And who can resist all this turquoise cuteness?!

Just so happens the bunny stopped at Oma and Opa's house while we were at lunch.  
So, as soon as the photo session was over, it was Kids Gone Wild. 

Even Jacob got in on the egg finding.  He found a little rubber ducky. 

And Jacob was not sharing. 

Jacob joins the big kids and everyone shows off their haul!

This is my friend J and her sweet baboo, M.    We went to college together, but now they live in TX.  They had a rough pregnancy, much like Jake and I, chock full of drama.  But here they are 8 weeks later, perfectly healthy, and in town for his Baptism and Easter.  Their family held a 'Sip and See', basically an open house to come by and meet Baby M, and visit with his parents a smidge of course.  It just happened to be just a few minutes away from my Dad's house, perfect timing when he suggested lunch.   

 J's family was giving out treats for the kids that came by, there was a bin.  Each of the boys picked their own favorite color of sunglasses.  I grabbed these red ones for Jake, and then put him on his head.  He smiled big and cheesy, but before I could take his picture, he pulled them off, and tried putting them on his own head himself...on the side.  Close babe, close.

Yeah, look what I got.  I got to feed a little bunny bottoms a bottle.  I just happened to be holding him when he woke and started snipping, and there was half a bottle handy.  Jacob Did Not know what to think about that. There was no way to capture the 'Watchu talkin' 'bout Willis' look on his face, but that was it.  He was not in the place of sharing his Mommy.   But holding this sweet Miracle made my uterus flip.  

But we couldn't stay too long, because it was Sam's friend's birthday too.  Her birthday was back up in Brownsburg, and it was a Rainbow Dash pony party.  Surprisingly, all the girls AND boys were pretty pumped about it.  Sam loves My Little Ponies, and that's great, I loved them too when I was his age.  And Care Bears.  Sam and I dig a lot of the same shows.  The cake was yummy, and the company fun too.  

After we got home, we realized we'd forgotten to dye eggs.  Gasp! 
So we boiled them and pajamified the boys as quick as we could prep it.  And all the boys (and I) gathered around the table to dye eggs.  It's funny how predictable Chris and Sam are with their eggs, they want their favorite colors all the time. Sam had 2 green tubs in front of him, and was making green eggs, he made like 4 different shades of green, and Chris made blue eggs.  I was a weirdo for making pink. 

We drained the eggs in this colander, which Sam decided make a great headress.  What a silly boy. 

Since it was rather late, and the next day was Easter, we read the story downstairs while we finished cleaning up the egg carnage.  Sam picked the story, Skippyjon Jones, which is their new favorite story.  Jacob even likes it, a little bit.  But we got ready for Easter.  Eric and I are a mixed marriage, I love to do/eat hard boiled eggs at Easter, and Eric likes to deal with plastic eggs.  He says, if we lose one, it's not a big deal.  I say, you Count the hard boiled eggs, and you won't lose any.  I never realized before we met that some people do real eggs, and other plastic for hiding.  I was so set in my ways.  Now we kind of mix and match our traditions.

Well, whichever we do, real or plastic, it will be a great holiday because of the time we have gotten to spend with our family and friends;  whether rain or shine, or day or night, nothing is as sweet as my sweetboys. :)