Did you have a hoppy Easter? We had more of a mousy Easter, but that is neither here nor there. Well, actually it is. I will just save that story for another post.
Becks started off Easter morning with a sugar cookie as big as his head. Purple sugar, no less. Only the best to celebrate our Savior's resurrection.
Then we all dappered up and headed to church. You have to use a word like dapper when you dress in seer sucker and wear Docker's. It's a rule, I think.
'Scuse the squinty eyes. Of course it had to go and be all pretty and sunny yesterday, so I had to wear a new sundress WITHOUT tights and the sun reflecting off of my ghostly legs was too much for me to handle. (Note to self: spray tan before wedding in two weeks.)
After worship, we headed to Nana & Papa M's house for Easter egg hunting and more sugary treats .
Obviously, Becks was pretty pumped.
Then we headed waaaaaay across town (2 miles) to Nana & Papa K's house for more Easter egg hunting, sugary treats, and Easter dinner. It should be noted that Beckham thought that everything that was inside the eggs was edible, including this rubber fish. He would "taste" everything after smashing the egg on the ground.
It was roughly 3:45pm-ish when the little man could take no more, and Aunt Aubz and Dino (otherwise known as Danielle if you don't understand garbled 2-year-old English) took him on a walk to put him out. (Forgot the pack-n-play! Doh!)
After a brief reprieve and a couple matches of cornhole, we went home so that the men could do manly things for the rest of evening. Fortunately, their manly activities involved only cutting the grass in unison and not beer and women.
And sadly, last night was the last time Becks would get to play in his supersize sandbox. As of lunchtime, it was no more :(
Have a mouse-free Monday!
No comments:
Post a Comment