Easter Runaway

Easter 2011

We had one little one that didn't really want his picture taken.

(Ok, well, all of them didn't really want their picture taken, but he was the only one who dared cross this mother.)

The bow tie sewing experience turned out to be a lot less painful, and time consuming than the last time I made them. I don't know why sewing gives me anxiety. Might have something to do with this internal guilt I carry from 8th grade sewing class where I didn't finish my final skirt project because of my countless failed attempts at putting in a zipper. I can still see that purple material in one hand and that purple zipper in another.

I hate the word zipper.

I love the word velcro.

Yes, I did it again.

Yes, I did.

I started something I promised myself I would "NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER" do again.

(Apparently, I'm not very good at keeping promises.)

Here's a little sneak peek.

If I survive without killing myself or someone else, I will post pictures.

Promise.

(Although, I may not be very good at keeping promises.)

Mmmmm

My main man was out west last week helping his mom while she went through some surgery. I was here living it up with the boys during spring break in Cleveland. Yes, it snowed. Yes, I was jealous that I couldn't be out west visiting family too.

BUT

The jealousy didn't last long when he brought home a big bag of these.

Chocolate Covered Cinnamon Bears

They may or may not have lasted less than 48hrs.

Crazy Woman Here

My life these days feels an awful lot like this picture. Swamped by the daily grind.

This winter got to me. I feel like I say that every year. This year, I really mean it. Feeling a lack of motivation coupled with three little boys full of cabin fever is not a great combination.

It's a good thing these boys have such a great dad. He understands them in ways I never will. One day we were driving in the car and the boys were in the back making boy noises, you know, super hero noises, car noises, ninja noises, etc. It's so foreign to me. I have nothing from my own youth to relate to this. My husband just smiled and understood them.

First time filling out brackets with the boys. They were SO sad when their team lost. There were even some tears shed.

We found the disneyland jar thief. We are trying to save up to get the boys to disneyland before they are teenagers. :)

We have one little one not quite as committed to the cause.

I found handfuls of change in each of his side pockets. Should I be concerned?