A Hoppy Week

2009-03-29
Counting down the days until our weekend trip to Texas for Jaysun & Louisa's wedding and to see Grandma and Papa!
Beansprout helps compute
I'd like to say that I was hard at work on my final portfolio or something productive, but it was probably something more like reading "omg" or browsing etsy.com. At any rate, Beansprout still was not helping
Look carefully at this photo. The stringy thing hanging from David's nostril is not, in fact a booger, but rather a spaghetti noodle. Whether it was on its way in or out is not clear
A pretty spring sunset David and Chris got to enjoy Tuesday evening
Technology FAIL. An "undetected error in Bluetooth transmission"
Oh, you'd better believe he proudly marched himself into Kinder Care looking like this on Wednesday morning. Most parents would probably not let their children out of the house like this, but I say, "If he's not crying over it, why question it?"
So maybe Chris's new office hasn't yet had the safety inspector come by and point out glaring dangerous situations, like this electric cord draped around the paper cutter
There is hope that spring is indeed on the way, and yet Sunday we got to watch a wintry mix of rain, sleet, and snow most of the day. Hang in there, daffodils! We'll have warm weather soon...
Most mornings he's totally willing to mug for the camera, but this morning he was sudenly shy and didn't want to show of his tiger backpack. It was full of <i>junk</i> but at least it was contained
Move it, dog. There ain't enough sun for the both of us
Getting ready to start the Easter Egg-stravaganza at the YMCA on Saturday afternoon
He started out in the pool, scooping up eggs and doing just fine. That lasted about 90 seconds
Dude figured out he could just walk around the edges of the pool and scavenge the eggs without actually getting wet
It felt a little weird being at the pool and not acually being <i>in</i> the pool. I had several momentary panic attacks where I was afraid I'd have to jump in with my jeans on
The object of the hunt was simply to get all the gss out of the water and into the plastic baskets. Dude did pretty well
After the pool party, we spent some time in the family gym making bunny ears, hopping on the big bounce, and having snacks. Chris helped out, and bless their hearts, I'm not sure anyone could have heard <i>anything</i> with the ears they made...
He made sure the Easter Bunny knew he wanted <i>blue</i> silly putty. Does the Easter Bunny work the same way Santa Claus does, where you're really supposed to go over your wish list with him?
Ah, if only you could really get a feel for how fast he was running back and forth between our bed and our bathroom, and how many times he repeated this, and how loud he was yelling the entire time