No, my oldest two are not twins, despite having perfect twin names and being exactly the same size. I get asked frequently if they are. It's that awkward pre-tween thing.
Four months into having a kid with glasses and I still haven't got the knack of photographing the bespectacled. She comes across pretty Marsie-esque, but who doesn't love a Peanut?
Our young Padawan loved coloring and deviling and consuming eggs. Easter morning he gave us no trouble as we got ready for church. Usually the tantrum starts as soon as he sees me in my skirt: "But I hate Sunday!" Looked like our Family Home Evenings on proper Sunday behavior had finally sunk in Easter Sunday. When we asked why he was being so good, he said sweetly "because it's Easter!" We were proud.I was a little suspicious but not willing to burst any bubbles. It's peaceful when you're not dressing a kid that's trying equally as hard to undress.
During Sacrament meeting he realized he'd been duped. Easter Sunday is just as boring as regular Sundays. Was he anticipating a Ward Easter Egg hunt in the parking lot? He got ancy when the Sacrament was distributed like normal and started yelling "this sucks!" but I think I was able to muffle it just in time. I'll attribute this behavior to his 24-hour diet of nothing but jelly beans and deviled eggs...instead of poor parenting.
5 comments:
There is no way that my family would be half dressed at 7:30 a.m. I am impressed.
You are so funny. I loved reading this post.
My entire family was bespeckled. I remember one photographer at the Burton Elementary school, while taking our family picture, tilted our collective glasses forward, with the earpieces inching up our temples.
One word...superhomely. Never, never do that to avoid glare.
Marsie is darling. We were not.
Holl looks like Livvy!
I love Holl's glasses ha! What a little cutie! I miss hanging out with all the little ones. I need to come visit. We'll all come down there if you pay for the flight! Yay! and you can meet Addie!
I agree with Rafe, Easter sucks.
There is no way I'd make it to church at 8 am. People in my neighborhood would think I was inactive and need their help to get on the right track again.
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