Not To Be Outdone

His sister has gotten a lot of attention lately because of her big birthday and all. He's been very good about it, and even reminds me that he's older than her by showing me from time to time.

"Hey Mom, I'm 4!"



He recently decided he wanted to be a sheriff - like Woody the Cowboy in Toy Story . . . only he wanted to be a bandit too - so we got a bandanna and pretended to be a rouge sheriff for a little bit.



He's silly sometimes . . .



He's growing up so fast. Even though I miss that lovely little baby, I rather like the little man he is becoming.

A Celebration Week

We are getting busy around here planning a most special birthday this weekend. There will be cake and ice cream and balloons, and she has no fear about telling anyone she meets that she is having a "flower party."



At times, I have a hard time believing she's already turning 3 - and then there are times where I can't believe she's only been around for 3 short years.



She's such a perfect fit for me.



Thank heaven for little girls.

A Treat

I was able to pick him up a little early from school last week, so we went and got a treat.



Just a few quick snaps of my little man and his Frosty. (P.S. One of the yummiest chilled treats I can remember having as a kid - second only to Mississippi State Ice Cream :))

No Privacy

Well, I couldn't resist snapping this as I walked past the bathroom.



They each got a Leapster from the Easter Bunny, and neither of them could part with it for one second that day.

Yes, yes, I know they will be appalled one day that I put this on the blog. . . but it's real life . . . and it makes me smile.

Happy weekend.

Proper

Just thought we'd take a quick moment to demonstrate the proper way to eat a strawberry glazed donut.



Any questions?

Oh, Almost Forgot

I took these pictures earlier this month. My kiddos were in their play area (I wish-oh-wish I could say play-room) , and my girl was playing with blocks. Watching her stack the blocks gave me a little idea.



I thought these were a bit cheesy at first, but now, I love them.

:)

Easter Sunday

The rain held off long enough for us to go outside for a fun Easter egg hunt.





And what to do with all those eggs? Make deviled eggs of course. I thought this would be a slick way to get my boy to eat eggs (which he despises). Although he was excited about it at first, as soon as he saw the egg on his plate, he decided he didn't like deviled eggs either. Oh well, I tried. As for my little lady, I didn't have to coax her to try them . . . she loved the eggs.



You'd never guess she likes eggs, would you?