CHEESE!

Oh, I love this fiery, stubborn, crazy girl.

Easton

Easton has been potty-trained for a few months now, however still has accidents--which we fully expect. However when he purposefully goes and hides somewhere and does his business in his underwear and then comes and tells me, forcefully, to "Change me!" it gets me kind of upset. So, Parker made Easton clean out his own underwear last night and I don't think Easton got the fact that this was a punishment.

I wish I had gotten a picture with his face showing. I think he was actually having fun.

just had a traveling salesman at my door...

and he kept calling me 'Mom.' EW. I am not your mom. The only ones who are allowed to call me that are my children. Keep that in mind, all you traveling salespeople.

that is the downside to our neighborhood--we get a LOT of salespeople.

I am such a baby...

I cry at Hallmark commercials.

late Easter pictures

Had Easter in PC.

getting ready for the egg hunt. It was too cold outside, so we did it inside...with Buddy and the Uncles and Dads watching baseball (can't get my dad away from a Cubs game if some one's life depended on it.)
Keagan didn't really understand the whole idea, but if you took an egg she was going after--she would be ready with the dirtiest look (she gives really good dirty looks)

Easton, Keagan, Max

clean after baths

flying Easton's new kite

There wasn't a lot of wind to get the kite going, so Aunt Shelley thought of putting the kite in front of a fan inside. Easton loved it. (it didn't work as well as we thought, but he didn't care)

Park City has the best city parks. probably the outrageous property taxes they have to pay help with that.

at the music park

the kids sporting their sunburns and Oreo faces

poor Keagan's little cheeks were so red.

you would think by me also having fair skin, I would always remember the sunscreen, but unfortunately it takes the first burn of the year to make me remember.

Hoppy Easter!

From the Easton Bunny

and Keagie

It is all worth it...

Easton: Mom, guess what?

Me: What?

Easton: I love you.

Me: I love you, too.

Easton: You are my best friend.

This is what happens...

when Daddy does breakfast.

(No, it is not anything that would resemble a breakfast food--it is a piece of coconut pie...)