Look! We're all actually looking in the direction of the camera! It was an Easter miracle. Definitely better than our last family picture attempt.
We had a great Easter weekend! We spent a lot of time outside, which thrilled MB to pieces. This weekend she was in the throes of a full-blown Daddy obsession, which I'm sure has everythingnothing to do with his letting her play in the water hose until she was soaked down to her sandals.* I'm just the mean ol' mama who towels her off and sticks her in the bathtub, you know?
See the smile? She's saying to herself: YEAH! This guy is going to give me candy*!
Now look at her. I might as well have killed her Freddy [post on that later].
I did get a couple of kisses out of her this weekend, though, and I'll take what I can get.
We hope you had a lovely Easter! Did you get to hunt some eggs?
*For those of you who don't know us well, these are jokes. Or joke-ish-es. Since they're lame. But no, Lee did not give her candy. And she doesn't just love him because he lets her play in the water hose. Although I'm sure it didn't hurt his cause. You saw him sitting with her for the Easter Bunny, right? So you know he must be an awesome daddy, because that Easter Bunny was scary.
So, I might have gotten a little ahead of myself last week.
After a very successful afternoon of practicing our Easter egg hunting in the backyard, I announced on facebook that MB was going to wallop all the other kids at our Easter egg hunt.
See? She was ready. She had her game face [and game ears] on.
But the Easter Bunny threw her, I think. This was a nicer looking bunny than last year, but he still got a resounding thumbs down from the Shorty. See that? She is trying very hard to make her escape.
After breakfast, she warmed up by walking the putting green. And perhaps every other hole on the golf course. We can't really be sure--she and Gritsy [Lee's mom] disappeared for a while for a pre-game conference. We think she might have over done it, though. She crashed and burned at 10:22, mere minutes before the start.
Oh well. There's always next year.
Good thing I wrote those boastful words in Bubba Burger. Makes eating them not so painful.
Since MB was born, I have often wished that my eyes were cameras. I have taken loads of pictures, [as you may have noticed] but of course some of the best moments are when the cameras are far out of reach, and those moments can never be re-created.
I try to think to myself: Remember this. Remember this. And I wish I were Cam Jansen with her photographic memory. [Did anyone else read those books?] Anyway, sometimes I can remember having said that to myself about a certain moment, but the exact look or feeling gets muddled with thousands of other memories and eventually fades away.
Today brought another such instance, when my camera was buried in my purse in the kitchen, and MB and I snuggled and played Penguin Eyes before naptime. And bringing a camera into things would have ruined it anyway, I suppose.
For those of you who do not know [which is all of you who are not my sister or my husband], Penguin Eyes is a game that Jen and I used to play when we were little. It goes like this: You smush your nose into the other person's nose until your eyelids are pretty much touching. Then you say, PENGUIN EYES!!! And if you're doing it right, it comes out funny because your nose is smushed.
I made this up, if you're wondering. [Although Jen will probably say that she made it up, because she never remembers things exactly the way they happened, and she's always stealing the credit for the cool games I made up.]
Anyway, Jen lives far away, and Lee doesn't love this game as much, although he is very sweet to humor me sometimes and let me play.
Mary Bullock, though, she gets it. Plus, she can already say eyes. Now I just have to work on Penguin.
