Easter Weekend

Easter Egg Hunt after church.
(I still don't know where his shoes are?)

After what was almost a 6-month strike, Remington James decided this weekend that is willing, wants, MUST have bottles. We spent these months stuffing him full of fruit and cereal whenever

I had to leave, because he would NOT take a bottle. But in his own, sweet, defiant, controlling time, he has come around. I've said it from the start - this kid is lucky he's so cute.


In other news, Theo loves to pick my tulips. I'd like to forbid it so I can enjoy my garden, but it's just so darn cute when he brings them to me and says "fworr" (flower).


























Life is good.