Henry has been studying caterpillars and butterflies in his classroom, so when I saw uber soft caterpillar PJ's, I couldn't resist.
Handsome Henry on Easter morning...while he's still clean.
Sam refuses to look at the camera. Especially when his chubby little hands are on the Kindle.
While dishing out dessert in the kitchen, I overhear Henry say to Sam, "Hey Sam! Come with me...I have an idea!" Then they disappear upstairs for 5 - 10 minutes. (cue Jeopardy music)
As we're enjoying our cherry pie, down comes Henry with his sunglasses and electric guitar.
And then comes Sam. With his sunglasses and a new way to play the guitar.
They had at least two songs in their repertoire. What a concert! An unsolicited treat.
After lunch, the troops gallivanted outside to find Easter eggs. Apparently, Bunny hopped through the backyard while we were enjoying lunch and counting our blessings.
His cast didn't slow him down in the least. Sam shimmied right up the climbing wall, one-handed.
This photo was taken seconds before Henry did a mud slide and covered the right side of his pant leg in clay soil. Smart thinking on my part (not) to hide an egg above a mud hole.
It's a good thing Papaw was there to help! We'd still be searching for eggs if it weren't for him.
One of the two cutest bottoms in the world.
After the treasure hunt ended.
After all 32 eggs were found, it was Gator time. The boys have a ritual. They start slow and steady, climbing the backyard hill inch by inch. Then, once they reach the top, they pause. Ready themselves. And begin their rapid descent.
We tried flying their kite, but the wind didn't cooperate. Kite flying was short lived on Easter Sunday.
So we had milk and cookies instead.
No backwash here. Yeah, right.
Barefoot and ready to show Mamaw and Papaw his skills.
Or, not. Notice the baseball in the bottom right corner. And Henry. With his glove still open, and eyes on Dad.
Second attempt. Still no luck. Baseball is still in flight...behind Henry. And Henry, who hasn't moved an inch, is looking down at his glove puzzled as to why the ball didn't land there.
Still about a foot too high. But at least he moved a wee bit.
Henry's coach told him to catch the ball like an alligator clamping down on its prey. Henry's alligator is obviously of enormous proportion.
Papaw saves the day again. We love you, Papaw. We love you too, Mamaw. Thank you for spending your Easter with us.