Easter...

Easter was super busy, as usual.  Alex attended at least 4 different egg hunts.  It was exhausting.  Anthony and I were literally in bed at 5:00 Easter day.  Seriously.

 

Alex's school Easter party.  He's a big fan of Cheetos.  Anthony took off work that day, so he got to enjoy Alex's party and Sam's class picnic.   

 

His new favorite pose with his gigantic basket.  He could probably sleep in it if he had to. 

 

 

 

We had our annual neighborhood Easter Egg hunt in our yard.  Sam had a ballgame an hour later, so he had to hunt in his Boston Red Sox uniform.  He was pleased.

 

 

 

 

Easter morning at the church.  Love a little boy in a sailor outfit. 

Easter family pic 

 

By the time we got to Easter lunch, Sam insisted on taking off his "cute" clothes.  He slapped on a "Guardians of the Galaxy" t-shirt just in time to make the cross on the kibbi. 

It was one of the best Easter meals I've ever had, and we enjoyed being with our friends and family. 

Random catching up...



I finally took down Alex's crib a few weeks ago.  It was truly a sad day--I'm not exaggerating.  I've kept him in it for as long as possible because it was the last milestone (other than sucking his thumb) that was left of his babyhood. I was a little worried about the transition to a big boy bed, but he took to it like a duck to water.  He's never looked back.  I cannot believe how lucky I've been.

 

 

Bye-bye, sweet crib.  You've served 2 little boys well.

 

Spring is here, so it's time to break out all things bright and beautiful. I love madras and pretty colors.

 

And on another not-so-fun note, Alex has developed a pretty bad allergy to something.  We have no idea what.  It started in March with a terribly swollen eye.  The eye flares up every now and then, but recently he had a violent reaction with hives, itching, swollen lymph nodes, lethargy....It was bad.  So last Friday I had the pleasure of taking him to the doctor for the 3rd time in a month-and-a-half.  They ended up taking blood and they're sending it off to an allergist.  I'm really anxious to see what's causing this because it seems to get worse every time. 

St.Patrick's Day...

The Jackson St. Paddy's day is one of our favorite spring activities.  This year, in particular, we were really looking forward to it.  16 of our friends who live in the Memphis area were coming down for the weekend, and they were bringing their kids.  Our plan was to go out to dinner Friday night, and Saturday would be spent at the parade and with our kids. 

 

And then it rained.  And by rain, I mean monsoon.  Buckets and buckets of Noah-you-better-start-building-that-ark rain.  It hadn't rained on parade day in over 10 years.  Bummer.

 

However, we powered through.  We donned our raingear and stood in the wet for an hour before we called it a day.  Sam refused to stay covered--he was absolutely soaked--and Alex...well, Alex just wasn't having it.  He stayed under the eaves of the building the entire time.  We're hoping for better weather next year, that's for sure.

 

The weekend certainly wasn't a total wash. (See what I did there? Wash?)  Dinner Friday night was wonderful, and Saturday afternoon we all headed to a post-parade crawfish boil at a friend's house.  Our kids played, and we enjoyed one another's company. 

 

 

Thanks a lot to whoever was handing out fake bugs on the parade route.