We are strong into our annual after holiday detox program. Being that the kids started eating candy Saturday morning after the egg hunt and have continued through until late last night, it's no wonder that Brody was pretty much a disaster by the end of our easter celebration. My Dad, being Grandpa, decided to give Brody and Tucker each their own soda. And Brody thought he had struck the mother lode. This was seconds after Matt decided he'd had enough and tried to take it from him. But, like most all addicts, he went absolutely off his rocker and fought for it. He needed that sugar. And so then he just proceeded to walk around crying because he was sure that somebody was going to take it from him. I finally talked him into letting me trade him out for a sippy cup, but only when he saw me put some of the soda inside. Yes, white trash at the best. Atleast it wasn't a baby bottle full of coca cola. But atleast then he only got a small amount instead of the entire pop can. And so we are up today eating protein and planning on tuna sandwiches for lunch until we can start to behave ourselves again. And the Easter candy has been sorted and hid, with all of the best stuff set aside for Mom. And I still can't figure out why I can't loose this baby weight......
Always the joker, Matt decided to hang this egg off a pine needle higher than any kid could reach. What's the point of having kids if you can't mess with them a little bit?
So Grandpa decided to help Tucker out after watching them jump up and down for a good ten minutes.
The stealth hunter....
Brody is on it....
My sweet neice in her yellow dress. She was so proud of herself. When we pulled in, she came prancing out to the car with her skirts fully extended on both sides of her, just fishing for a compliment.
Checking out the goods....
Bria, another of my neices, resting after a lot of eggs and family fun. She just turned one in March. So cute!
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