waaaay too much time.

I giggle every time that I look at this picture. This website is pretty funny.








Obviously I have a little too much time on my hands. I don't have seminary this week because of spring break- so I am staying up late and doing nothing of value.

Easter Egg hunt!!

Zeb, Ike, and I decided to try and do something exciting this morning before conference (it starts at noon out here so we had plenty of time). Kent has a class from 8-4 today and I knew we'd be inside for the majority of the day listening to conference so I wanted to get OUTside. I had heard about an Easter egg hunt at one of the Christian churches nearby so we decided to check it out.

We ended up running into friends from Ann Arbor (it was so fun to see the Webers!) and another family from the ward so it was a lot of fun.

Zeb LOVED the egg hunt (really it was an egg "pickup"- nothing was hidden), making his own sparkly cross and resurrection bracelet, and coloring his "Jesus loves me" coloring page- but was traumatized by the other events.










He would not get near the Easter Bunny. He does look a little dingy to me but was rather pleasant otherwise! Ike had no problems with him.

And here is Zeb FREAKING out after the man in charge asked the kids to "shout hooray for Jesus". It scared him BAD!

They had Pizza at the end and Zeb got some prizes and candy! He actually nabbed one of the giant "special" eggs in the hunt (we lucked out and he ended up in the 0-2 age category so he was about the only kid walking on his own- plus I made him go for the big egg first!) and won a stuffed animal and some good chocolate!

It was bound to happen

Zeb watches me put on my makeup everyday and begs to play with my mirror and mascara tubes- so I knew something like this was bound to occur. I'm just a little irritated that he did it to my bronzer. Has anybody tried cleaning up powdery bronzer? It's ridiculously hard.
I was attempting to make dinner (that has been the HARDEST part of having two children. Why do they BOTH get so needy at dinner time?!?!) and had distracted Zeb with a Thomas dvd (or so I thought). He climbed up onto the table, pulled my makeup bag out of my purse, and proceeded to bronze his face and arms, his clothes, and the surrounding carpet.

I had to vacuum everything up that I could and then scrub and scrub with carpet cleaner for at least thirty minutes. I pounded out his clothes on the balcony and let them soak for an hour in stain remover. Everything has been restored to its proper color and Zeb is now terrified to touch my makeup bag. I took the picture AFTER we had the discussion about why he shouldn't play with my makeup. I think he actually felt bad about it.

big fat lip

That creature at the top of my blog was really grossing me out- so I decided to post this cute picture instead. It appears that Ike has inherited his dad's big fat pouty lip. When Ike gets frustrated or really hungry- he sticks out his big fat bottom lip before he cries! It is so funny.
Zeb has the exact same lip. Here is a terribly blurry cell phone shot of him at almost the very same age.

ew. ew. ew.

I would consider myself a lover of bugs- an amateur entomologist of sorts. I think insects are beautiful. I collect them even. This evening, however, I was totally freaked out by this disgusting creature that decided to make itself at home in our apartment. Kent could not believe that it made me screech. I quickly pointed out that by the strictest of definitions this hideous creature was NOT an insect and therefore I did not like it. Even the pictures gross me out. I stumbled upon this thing running down our hallway. It was HUMONGOUS. These pictures do no justice to its magnitude. There had better be NO MORE of them.

Why is it that I love when Zeb talks? He has been talking up a storm lately and I am obsessed. He makes me laugh so hard.

I love when he gets so excited driving to the church for our numerous activities that all he can do is say his friends' names over and over and over again.

I love when I hear him in his bedroom after he wakes up from his nap making up scenarios about trains. "percy, oh no! oh, rosie, I love you. Henry, please stop!"

I love that the first thing he says when he sees me after naps is "mama- where's Ike?" and then responds to himself with shrugged shoulders saying "I don't know".

I love that when I ask him if he wants an apple-he questions "Apple?" and replies with "yes! I do, I do!"

I love that wherever we go he is constantly pointing out and shouting out the letters and numbers he sees!

He is such a little smarty pants and mimics everything we say- which means we've got to be very very careful.

family pictures

After church today we decided to try and take a family picture since everybody looked relatively put together! As you can see- the only one that would cooperate was Ike.

Zeb was napless and therefore extremely uncooperative. The timer on the camera only offered the 2 or 10 second option. Ten seconds was too long for Zeb to sit still and two seconds didn't give us the chance to get everybody situated. The one picture we finally got with everybody in it was blurry. We'll try again next week (maybe).

Ike is pretty stinking cute though.