3 Easter egg hunts
2 Easter parties
100,000,000,000,000 grams of sugar

I am all sugared out.  Who knew that was possible?  I guess that's what happens when you have a sweet mom who still puts an Easter basket together for you. On top of that, a toddler who doesn't yet appreciate the classics like Pez.  Can't let those go to waste, right?!

In fact, our toddler didn't appreciate much about the holiday traditions.  Plastic eggs filled with candy?  With quarters?  With goldfish?  We tried it all, but got almost zero interest.  I think our mistake was pointing out all of the colorful eggs, opening them to show him the contents, shaking them, coaxing him to pick them up out of the flowerbeds.

If we had told him not to touch the eggs, I bet we would have had better results.  ;-)
The one time he showed a little curiosity, he seems to be wondering what all the hype was about.

I mean, what's the fun if the entire egg doesn't fit in your mouth?

But he didn't need eggs or candy to keep him happy.  He just loves spending time with his family, and Easter weekend was packed full of family. {Poor Camden is crying while shoving a blue Peep in his mouth.  Rough life.}

Saturday we got together with the extended Reay family.  Growing up, the Easter egg hunt at Grandpa's was a major highlight for all of the grandkids, because he hid $money$ in the plastic eggs.  Most of them had quarters and $1 bills in them, but I remember there being an egg with a $100 bill in it, to keep even the teenagers scrambling all over the yard.
Now the tradition is living on with the great grandchildren.  Man, I forgot what a good egg hider Grandpa Reay is.

Three plastic eggs later, Camden was done.  Apparently the stairs was the hoppin' place, because that's where he wanted to be.  Grandpa was so good to hang out with him.  I've never seen a boy so in love with his grandpa.

We spent that night at my parent's house so we could continue to spend time with them.  The next morning the Easter bunny had hidden everyone's baskets.

And we had an awesome french toast feast - decor by Mom, food by Dad.

And we gave the egg hunting thing one more try.

But then it was back to Gramps.

Cam's into playing ring around the rosies lately.  That wide, toothy smile when "we all fall down" just kills me.  Every time.

If we were allowed to hit pause in life, I'm pretty sure I would have taken advantage of that this weekend.  Family, perfect weather, good food, and sugar.  Does it get much better?

Easter means so much more to me than raiding my baby's candy basket.  This clip speaks so perfectly to how I feel about my Savior and my knowledge that because of Him I can live again and be with my family even after my time on this earth is done.  That knowledge brings my family and I joy and happiness every day.

Happy Easter!

April, I Love You

You know you're in trouble when the laundry pile reaches waist height.  It's getting bad around here.  The kitchen counter is suffocating beneath piles of junk, and I've been inadvertently grinding Cheerios into the carpet all day.  {Who am I kidding?  All week!}  But this, my friends, is exactly why I should be banned from reading.

When I'm in the middle of a really good series, I'm almost gone to reality.  It's lucky my kid even gets fed.
*Calm down, CPS.  Just check out his thighs.*

A few weeks into being a mama, I asked my own mom, "How do I find time to do my own stuff?"  Like there was some motherhood secret I was missing out on.  Truth is, hobbies are quick to take a back seat to raising a miniature human being.  I wondered if I was going to have to give up reading, running, writing, etc.

So if I could go back and talk to that frazzled, clueless new mom, I'd sit her down with some hot cocoa and tell her, "You just gotta take what you can get and love it."

If you want to read, do it!  Occasionally you should indulge yourself during nap time.  Just expect something's going to suffer.  Like housework.  And that's okay!  {Until the laundry pile reaches waist height.}
If you want to run/work out, get up before the sun and do it while your kid is asleep.
And when you're with your kid, be with your kid.  Because each moment really is precious and fleeting.
Can you tell I've been a little sentimental lately?

April does that to me.  All the emphasis on rebirth and growth makes me reevaluate my goals and analyze my priorities.  This month is one of my favorites.  It's right before it gets too hot to function outdoors, so we've been spending a lot of time outside.

Of course I couldn't let April Fools pass unnoticed.

Roy told me his drive to work that morning was pretty confusing.  Initially he thought all of the honking must have to do with some exterior issue with his car, like perhaps an open gas flap.  But when he saw a truck full of people laughing at him, he was totally perplexed.  He didn't see the sign until he got to work and went to inspect the entire car from bumper to bumper.


Thanks goodness that prank was a success, because my first prank of the day was a flop.  One of my husband's favorite quick treats are Oreo cookies.  So the night before I took a handful of cookies, scraped out the white frosting, and replaced it with toothpaste.  I would have gotten away with it if the toothpaste hadn't soaked into the cookie overnight, making it suspiciously soggy.  He totally caught me.

But on the bright side, all of the remaining edible cookies were left with a hint of mint flavoring.

Roy, my sweet Oreo-loving husband.  He's working crazy hard finishing school, working part time, and trying to find more permanent employment for the near {aaah! way too near!} future.

But he still finds time to be a stellar dad.

 ^^^ Haha!  But really, he's a great dad.  Just not very good at reading.^^^

This is Agua Caliente Park, near my parent's house.  When I was a kid, this place was a jungle.  A vast ocean.  Complete with raging river and wild animals.  They may have been ducks and turtles, but to me, a desert kid, this place meant adventure.

Now the natural spring has dried up, so the water is slowly disappearing.  I'm sad this oasis will be shriveled and gone before Camden can even climb its trees.  But we're going to soak in the moments and enjoy the beauty and adventure while we can.

One more thing April inspires me to do is some spring cleaning.  So… who wants to wash my baseboards while I read the Fablehaven series?  Anyone?  No?