Hunting for eggs . . . and Spring!

My little Men dressed to the Nines!

You cannot imagine the bribery and threats that occur during the process of trying to get three kids under the age of 5 to cooperate and get some family pics. We usually have a thousand of these kind of pics with everyone crying and not acting the perfect child. And every once in awhile you happen to get a winner, one with all looking their very best,

picture perfect as they say.

This is what we woke up to Easter morning at our cabin, a winter wonderland. Where is spring? We wonder, but I also secretly wish winter to stay just a little bit longer so my husband will not once again disappear into the endless fields ready to be planted.

Egg coloring, almost the best part of Easter. The boys loved it. We managed to only crack a few, and amazingly did not spill any of the die. Thank goodness! The Easter Bunny had plenty of eggs to hide.

One of the best parts of Easter . . . there was absolutely no crying, no begging, no one pleading starvation or a thirst that is unquenchable. They marched up to bed, climbed into bed, and nothing else was heard. Aaaaaaah, now THAT'S a Holiday!

The bikes, they were loved, but maybe not quite as much as all that yummy candy. The Easter egg hunt was the highlight. Sawyer would find an egg, sit down and eat the candy, then continue on to find another candy filled egg.

Jory John would find some remnants of forgotten candy on the floor and b-line it over to enjoy the delicious delicacy. He is becoming a professional scavenger.

They also got some paints and they went right to work on creating some masterpieces.

Jett just had to try out the new wheels. We bundled up and hit the pavement. The spider-man bike is super fast but can't quite make it up some of the hills without a little push. Even though spring was missing, I don't think it was missed!

While we've been out . . . .

While we've been out . . . we have been busy living a lot of life!

Quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep!
-Author unknown-

Along the way we have had a few bumps and bruises . . . .

But also a few adventures!

Iowa was an amazing trip. So great to see Eric and Reagan. The trip was well worth the free, all you can eat, crab leg dinner! (Very smooth Reagan and Rhett!)

Our little crop is getting so big!

Iowa turned out to be Rhett's dream land, John Deere Capital of the World!

As long as we remembered to bring the thumb and two fingers, we were good to go.

Nauvoo . . . I want to go back. What an amazing place. I will never forget walking the Trail of Tears in the bitter cold as the Saints did so many years ago. Thank you Eric and Reagan, we love you and miss you.

A happy 2nd birthday for our Sawyer boy.

And who slept with all of his presents? . . . I will give you a hint . . .

Lots and lots of trips to our cabin and the ski hill . . .

A little Alph Alpha action in the mix as well.

We did get a little spring fever along the way.

Sawyer had his first try at strapping on some skis. He did great.

Happiness is the intoxication produced by the moment

of poise between a satisfactory past, and an

immediate future, rich with promise.

-Ella Mailhart-

A dive, a face plant, and a swim in the creek!

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon at our cabin. We all decided that we needed to have a family outing and enjoy the great outdoors together. I dressed Jory John in about 5 layers of clothing and stuffed him in the backpack. Rhett got Boone hooked to the harness with the sled for Jett and Sawyer. We headed down the trail with smiles on our faces. It was great to get out and feel that fresh air! Sue and her boys led the way. Not to far down the trail Boone spotted the little creek. He was heading straight for the creek and we all saw it coming. We all shouted "No Boone, NO!!" Rhett skiied for all he was worth and dove for the sled. Jett luckily saw what was a comin' and bailed off the sled just in the nick of time. Sawyer wasn't so lucky. He ended up right in the middle of the creek. Rhett's heroic efforts to catch the sled unfortunately did nothing but dump Jory John head first into a pile of snow.
And thus ended our wonderful family outing!
These chain of events happened quickly, but will always be remembered!

An Aggie in the making!

I do not believe in any sort of brainwashing or bribery of any kind with my children. So when I teach my kids the Aggie fight song and take them to an Aggie basketball game, that is in no way
brainwashing my child. Go Aggies, Go Aggies, HEY HEY HEY!!!

And in no way did my Father ever try to persuade me to attend USU. The countless tailgating parties and sitting through football games come rain or shine for a team that rarely won a game, well that was just true team spirit! Wait a minute . . . . . . . .

Well my Dad did end up with a 50% success rate. I might as well give it a shot!