Photo Shoot

Lincoln is a ham.  He loves the camera...most of the time.  He loves to have his picture taken but that doesn't necessarily mean that he will look at the camera.  I have to capitalize on those times that he likes to ham it up.  April 21st was one of those days.  I had the camera and he was willing to pose.  I love to capture all of his different expressions and silly faces that he makes.  Lincoln is one of those people that you will always know how he's feeling be looking at him.  His emotions are close to the surface and you can read his face. I love that he's silly, serious, ambitious, creative, intelligent, sweet and so much more!

Logan is much like his brother.  He has a great personality, a fun sense of humor, he's loving, grumpy, sweet, cute and more.  He too likes to make faces and I was glad that I could capture some. It's funny how he knows that the faces he makes get a reaction.  He's very aware of his expressions. I love my baby boy.  

Frame Project

I was reading a craft blog a couple months ago and saw a post about redoing picture frames with spray paint.  It looked so easy and I was surprised at how good the finished product looked.  I had a couple of frames in the garage that I was going to get rid of so I figured they would be the perfect ones to experiment with.  I went and got a $.93 can of black matte spray paint and went at it.  After I finished painting them I realized that they looked like burnt wood.  I should have used glossy paint!  Luckily I could rectify my problem and I gave the frames a couple rounds of glossy black paint.  Ta-duh!  They were finished and I thought they looked great.  Fast, cheap and easy...my kind of project!

 Before

 After

 Now it holds my holiday art at the front entry. 

It fits the rest of the frames now that it's in black instead of gold.

Logan's Little Lip

This actually happened earlier this month but there has just been so much going on that I forgot to write about it.  Logan experienced his first little busted up lip.  I don't even remember how it happened now, (I think on the kitchen tile? Is it bad that I don't remember?) but I took pictures to remember. It bled pretty good but didn't require stitches.  The saddest part is that a day or so after getting hurt he fell again and bumped it so it bled all over again.  It healed up really quickly.  I think it was gone in less than a week.  Lucky for us Logan is a tough little guy!

This is one of my favorite pictures of him.  He is SO precious!

Backyard Easter Egg Hunt

Since the boys had already done a big egg hunt and then found their baskets Easter morning, I decided to keep our backyard egg hunt pretty simple.  I wanted to make sure that we did it for tradition sake but this egg we only had to find 15 eggs between the two boys.  The hidden eggs were the ones that we had colored the night before. The boys seemed to have a lot of fun and surprisingly, Lincoln actually helped Logan to find eggs for his basket.  It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and perfect for a little hunt, some memory building and a few pictures.

Easter Morning

Our Easter morning was an early one filled with tradition.  The boys woke up just before 7:00 am and followed the trails, left by the Easter Bunny, leading them from their bedrooms to their baskets.  Their baskets were filled with a couple of toys, some candy and a chocolate bunny. I sometimes think I get more excited about watching them experience things (in this case finding their baskets) than they actually have doing it.  They were excited and seemed to really enjoy it.  

I did learn two lessons. The first is that I remember getting a lot of candy in my basket as a kid.  I wanted my boys to have the same. Problem is, my memories of Easter only go back to when I was like 8-10.  My boys are so much younger than that which ultimately equates to giving them too much candy.  Next year the Easter Bunny will be bringing more toys or clothes and less sugar. 

Second lesson is that it's easy to get wrapped up in the festivities of Easter and easily forget the real reason we celebrate.  I did take a few minutes to sit down with Lincoln to talk about Christ and the resurrection.  I hope that as Lincoln and Logan get older that it will be easier to focus more on Christ at Easter time. 

 My entry Easter decorations.  

 Lincoln's basket.

 Logan's basket.

 Lincoln followed his trail of little chocolate eggs all the way downstairs to his basket. 

 Daddy helped Logan follow his trail. 

 Logan looks so tall in this picture.  He wasn't concerned about picking up his eggs, he just wanted the basket. 

 I did let them eat some of their chocolate bunnies before breakfast.  I don't know if that makes me a bad mom or a good mom but hey, it was Easter so I figured I should let them get away with it. 

No doubt that this little boy loves chocolate!

Easter Egg Hunt

Every year our city does a huge Easter egg hunt.  They have 50,000 eggs for the day!  They break it up into five different age groups and use two fields per age group. This was Logan's first egg hunt. He had a hard time being patient before they started but once we got going he loved it.  He squeals with joy every time he sees the Easter bunny. It's adorable.

And he's off!

 He had no idea they had treats in them.  He just wanted to play with the eggs. 

 He was a little hesitant at first of putting the eggs in his basket.  I don't think he realized that he still got to keep them if they were in his basket. 

 Once he saw the big jelly beans he stayed in that spot for a while. =)

 Loading up the jelly beans. 

 Contemplating his strategy or just tired?  I think a little of both.

 Lincoln was a pro at this by now.  He knew exactly what to do. 

 Daddy was a big help by holding his basket. 

He was so proud of himself and we were proud of him too.  It's the little things that make me realize my baby is growing up.   

 Logan was so excited to see Lincoln after his turn on the field. 

 They had fun sharing in the festivities together. 

We have a double stroller but Lincoln wanted to walk so we only brought the single stroller.  I think after everything was done Lincoln was more tired than he realized and wanted to ride in the basket. Silly boy.