Egg Hunt

We took the boys to an Easter egg hunt the Saturday before Easter.

Waiting to start.  I bet there were 5,000 eggs on the lawn.

 We thought we were being smart by moving down to the end where there were fewer kids.  Notice how the bigger kids are ready to come out of the blocks and ours are swinging their baskets around.  It was like a war charge when they blew the whistle.

Here is one of the 7 eggs that they got (combined).  The bigger kids had pillow cases full.  I don't think it took more than a minute for the greedy turds to scoop up all the eggs on that lawn.

Still looking for a straggling egg that may have been missed.

Keep looking Grif, but there isn't anything left but lacrosse balls 

(we mistook several for eggs.  like a mirage in the desert....)

Enjoying the (few) spoils of war.  They got so few that we let them eat it all.

Fishin

Nice Grandpa came to take Griffin fishing.  

When do the fish come?  (They were only at it for about a minute...)

When he got his first one!

Yay!

Practically worthy of "Deadliest Catch"

Leyton liked Grandpa's fishin hat.

Tiger in the Making

He golfs like his dad.  Slamming the "club" into the ground, picking the ball up and throwing it when he thinks nobody is looking and capping it all off by picking up the ball and storming off.  Classic.

Sick

A few weeks ago, the whole family was ill.  I mean nasty, vomiting disgustingness.  Leyton started about 9pm on Thursday night and was puking every 20 minutes all night.  I was up with him and a bucket on my lap.  He didn't even wake up.  I'd just feel him move and try to swiftly point his head toward the bucket.  Eventually he fell asleep on the step between our living room and kitchen.  Its tough to see...  Face down, knees on the carpet in the living room, head in hands on the kitchen floor.

Grif was next in the sequence and was at it all day Friday.  Steph dropped at about 6 on Saturday night thru 4 in the morning and I started at from 9pm to 3am.  It was awful.  I put Leyton down for bed between bouts of praying to the porcelain gods and vaguely recall Griffin being incredulous that we weren't going to read him a story.  

Busted

Grif was in deep kaka the other day.  I don't think you can see it in the photos, but there is red ink on the banister.  He tried to blame it on Leyton who can't even reach the banister.  Steph made him clean it up.  Those magic erasers are amazing, although I think made Grif's punishment a little too easy.

Peekaboo

Uncle Jamie

At his finest in Downtown Disney (we were in Orlando for work)

Sometimes you feel like a nut...

Pretty sweet Lego sculpture.

Football in the Play Room

Workin it

Maybe he has a future in fashion.  An affinity for shoes and dress up....

Leyton has a thing for Shoes