Cookies, Eggs, Chicks and Friends

Let's start with some cookies - a very important part of Easter. Now, I actually made these because I was helping throw a baby shower a few days ago, then I was all cookied out by the time Easter actually came. But they're festive, and delicious, and the recipe is at Our Best Bites.  Lot's of fun, if you have lots of time.

Next, our engaged friends, Hannah Zabriskie and Ken Allen came over for dinner and an egg hunt.  I rounded up our newest family members (in my arms) plus, we managed to get one cat tail in the picture.  No one wanted to hold my bunnies.  Weird.

Let the search begin!

Eggs are much easier to catch with fishing nets.

Or just borrow other peoples' baskets.

Warm Enough

How warm does it have to be before you strip down to your diaper and jump in frigid hose water (while dad rebuilds our pond)? According to Bryn, about 70°.

Grant got his swimming gear on, too, but his common sense kicked in before he got wet. Brynnie's common sense? Well, this is the extent of it.

The Eyes of the Beholder

The boys and I were looking at past blog entries and we got back to our Christmas dinner with the Zabriskie family.

While looking at this picture we had the following exchange.

Dad: Who's the prettiest one in the picture?
Cole and Grant, in unison: MOM!
A moment later, Grant: Really, Hannah is the prettiest but I just said Mom because I like her.

Bedtime for Boys

Picture this: it's 8:30 PM; the boys have been "in bed" for a half hour. Suddenly they emerge from their room. Accusations are exchanged. Basically, there's too much talking going on. My solution:

Silence is golden.

Lego Language

The boys were playing with Legos together. I overheard several interesting exchanges over the course of the afternoon.

Cole (in his growly voice) : I'm still nice but I still kill people!


Grant (the manager): I know just what I want to do so if you're out of work I'll give you more work.


Cole: You're too smart!
Grant: Do you think I'm smarter than you?
Cole: Yes

Up"lift"ed

I just realized I forgot to officially document Grant's day on the slopes!

We went to a different hill than I took Cole.  This is "Summit" at Mt. Hood.  It's very small - only one little double chair lift, and we never waited in line once - on a Saturday!  Naturally, the chair lift was his favorite part.

He did great!  A little grumpy towards the end.  (And by grumpy, I mean screaming at the top of his lungs for all to hear, "I HATE SKIING!!!!!" over and over, among other things.

So we packed it up, at that point, and he was happy again.

I love you, Grant!  Good work!

And all the way home, he said things like, "Mom, I love skiing, can we come back tomorrow?"  Four and fickle.