Easter Eve

Today we went to a neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt. Daddy was even there this year.

I snoozed my alarm 3 times this morning before I finally dragged my sorry keester out of bed. You see, the festivities started at 8:30, but if you wanted a primo spot for the egg frenzy, you needed to be there early. Which meant an early rise. I was up at 6:30 on a Saturday morning to go to the park. (I must really love my littles)

As we pulled into the park I read the sign advertising the event for the day. Turns out things didn't start until 9! We were there a full hour early. Because the boys were clearly dressed for play, they spent about 45 minutes on the playground. Most of which I spent waiting in line for their darling little lady bug balloon animals.

When it was finally time for the reaping egg hunt, everyone stampeded to the hunting grounds. The group in charge of the egg hunt marks off this HUGE section of an open grass field in the park. Everyone has to stay behind the markers while they dump giant garbage bags full of eggs onto the ground. Then on "ready, set, go" it's a free for all. (Luckily it's broken into age groups.) My boys misunderstood what was meant when daddy told them to run to the middle to grab eggs since they were older and the little ones would be collecting what was right in front of them. They just kept running and ended up with 2 eggs each. They got to go again with the next group and this time mama was there to help. We didn't make out like bandits, but they sure had fun!

Bowties: c/o Uptown-Boys

These boys just kill me. I love them to the moon and back.

A Tisket, A Tasket. . .

I get a new bike basket! For my birthday my mom got me the coolest cruiser bike. Since then, my little family and I go for bike rides very often. I've realized that it is difficult to carry my phone, water bottle, keys and/or garage door opener. Problem solver? A basket. Duh! So yesterday evening when we were heading out to the in-laws, I still hadn't received my Mother's Day gift. (not important that I get one, but I knew I was getting one so the anticipation was killing me) My oldest little, Hunter, was holding my card and he says, "Mommy, this is your card, but we can't let you see your bike basket!" haha. The hubs came running out and said, "Bubba, I can't tell you anything!" I was so excited, but acted oh so surprised when I opened the card. You see, The Hubs is worried about purchasing the wrong thing. So instead of knowing I want a basket and picking one out, he prints a picture of the thing and gives me the picture. As if he's saying, "See I paid attention. I know this is something you really want, BUT I also know that because you really want one, you already have one in mind. Since I don't want to disappoint you, this is your gift, but I'll let you pick it out." What a smart sweet hubby I have. Anywho. . . here are the baskets I've been looking at.

1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.

I'm leaning towards #1 and #5. I'll post pics as soon as I decide and it arrives. :)

I Am the One

I am the one 
you see walk in with 2 adorable little boys. Twins? No.
I am the one 
whose 3 yr old is pinching his little brother and making him cry.
I am the one 
that quietly threatens with spankings to those boys in the next aisle over.
I am the one 
that not so sneakily bolts to the bathroom to avoid a scene.
I am the one 
that dashes from the store with an empty cart and screaming kids. So much for no scene.
I am the one 
that breathes deeply trying not to loose it.
I am the one 
that rolls down my windows and turns up the music to drown out the tantrums.
I am the one
who pulls it together.
I am the one 
that soothes those boys once we're behind closed doors.
I am the one 
that kisses their owies.
I am the one 
that wipes their tears away.
I am the one 
they call mommy.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.