A Month Of Beautiful (I Mean Handsome) Braden

Yesterday we celebrated an entire month of Braden. Oh, we love love this guy. He's mellow, patient with his sisters who are constantly in his face, and practically perfect in every way. Well, it'd be nice if he'd sleep more at night, but at least he's up to three hour stints!

Bribing the Easter Bunny

Once again there is no over-priced picture with the Easter Bunny because Molly would not get near him. It's sad because this might be the last year the older girls are interested in seeing him as well because I heard them talking in the van about how they thought it was someone in a suit. It's sad to see unadulterated childhood ending.

But Molly was in a Catch-22 as she had to tell the Easter Bunny what she wanted but would not go near him. So, while her sisters were putting in their requests personally, Molly just yelled at the top of her capable lungs from a safe distance: I Want A Barbie!

The night before Easter the girls laid out snacks and water. Perfect for a bunny.
And apparently it worked. . .

Amatuer Photo Shoot/ Professional Cuteness

Easter Pics:

Inspired By Commercial Cuteness

I am a sucker for those commercials where you see parents bonding happily with their children. I hope my kids have happy, Hallmark-style memories.

This season I was nearly brought to tears (hello post-baby hormones!) by the Rice Krispie commercial where the mom makes treats with her kids shaped like Easter Eggs. So, I thought, why not?

My sister brought over two of her kids and each kid made a huge egg (not the little ones like the commercial) and put M&Ms in the middle. Yum.

The Hunt Is So ON!

This year we went to my sister's house again for an Easter egg hunt eggs-travaganza. Each year I go over the parameters with my sister (how many eggs, how many pieces of candy per egg) and evey year my sister ignores the parameters. Our only saving grace for bringing the "dud eggs" with only 2 pieces of candy per egg is that we put money in some of our eggs.

We hide 175 eggs throughout the house. Each kid gets 25 eggs. It's a true eggs-travaganza and even the big kids have fun.

So Far I Have Noticed. . .

I have had a son for a little over three weeks, and so far I have noticed a few differences in temperment and play.

First, Macey. Oh, Macey. She is all girl. The other day I was sewing and encouraged her to play with the train table next to me. I listened to her while she played and she was not pretending to take trips or even building anything or heaven forbid crashing anything into each other. She was marrying the trains to each other, pairing them all up. This I understand. Growing up, we had a pool table, and I used to marry the pool balls to each other.

Braden. Perfect little Braden. One thing I love about Braden is that he only really hates three things. His bassinett (or, as Garry calls it, the worthless albatross), getting his diaper changed and getting a bath. He'll cry while I change his diaper or give him a bath but when it's over, he stops. Almost instantly. It's just over. He doesn't see the need to cry to express how much he hated that, to punish me for doing that, to make sure I know how much he hated it. When it's over, it's over. He's already so less moody than his sisters, bless his emotionally-stable heart.

Mr. Tough Guy

Before I had Braden, I bought just a few gender-neutral sleepers, including this one. He never wore it until I commented to Garry. But when I saw him in it, I had to chuckle. After weeks of blue, blue, fabulous blue, he looked a little silly in a sleeper GOWN. He's a tough guy and just born to sport the tough guy outfits.