Egg dying

Easter Egg Hunt: take two

We made the kids brave the cold later that same night to hunt for eggs at some friends' house.


The friends: R, E, K, Princess Sparkley and Boy.

Easter Egg Hunt: inside

It was abnormally cold this year so our music class Easter Egg Hunt was moved into the hallways of the church instead of the grass outside. Here are Princess Sparkley and Boy with their egg loot.

Princess Sparkley

Cute Princess Sparkley.

Our Baker

Princess Sparkley has always told us she wants to be a baker when she grows up, and Boy will be her baker's helper. But she sticks around for about three minutes of any baking experience, and he sticks around for 99% of the time and loves every minute of it.

Here he is scooping out cookie dough.






Easter Sunday he's drizzling icing onto our orange rolls.

Update...

Okay, so I've finally made it through our Spring Break Pictures. But if my calculations are right, and I post all of the pictures I'm thinking I'll post, I have 34 more pictures to go before I'm caught up. Not to mention it's Boy's birthday next week so I'm going to be taking more pictures. Will I ever be done???

Driving Home

West Virginia country side

Lake by cousin's house

You aren't allowed to feed the ducks here. Which totally makes sense. But is still sort of sad.

Leaving Maymont

The creek at Maymont.

See, she really doesn't like it.


Cute Boy.

Maymont

After feeding twigs to deer, petting baby goats, trying to climb a tree, and whining and complaining about having to walk so far, we stopped to play at this little creek.

The girls.

The boys on a bridge.


Boy being pensive.


The three older cousins in the creek. Boy was happier throwing rocks in and staying dry.


So was Princess Sparkley for the most part. She didn't really enjoy so much the mud and water, just the idea of it.

Maymont

Maymont is a super cool huge old plantation turned park with all sorts of exciting animals, beautiful parks, etc. We had lots of fun.

The three older cousins... tired out at the very beginning of our walk. Boy had just fallen and was sad and clingy.

Boy being brave feeding a deer a small twig.
Cousins and statues.

Ahh.

The cousins made cookie with this prepackaged, play doh colored, cookie dough called Play and Bake. Boy's color was yellow, and thus, his tongue looks normal. Princess Sparkley's was dark blue and she shared a cookie with her cousin. Superman's was green. Look at those mouths!!

Children's Museum in Richmond

The Children's Museum of Richmond.

So this museum is totally awesome.

These butterflies land on your shadows. I can't explain it. It's pretty cool.


Race girls.

B got eaten... and thrown back up. Or is he on his way down? He was the only one brave enough to venture into the human digestive exhibit. Apparently it smelled like a human digestive track as well. And it made burping noises which totally freaked Princess Sparkley out.

Our little racer.


The boy cousins.

Amish

I get so excited every time we're on a trip and we see the caution sign warning you of horse drawn carriages. But I never actually see any. Driving through those windy mountain roads in Virginia we came across some signs, and I actually glimpsed a carriage that had just turned off the main road but could barely see it. So B, on his little county gathering trip by himself saw this one up near Maryland and took a picture for me.

Cousins in a swing revisited

This is Princess Sparkley and cousin right after Boy was born sharing a swing in California... July 2004. Princess Sparkley is almost two, so her cousin must be just over 18 months old.

Here they are now, March 2007 sharing a swing. Princess Sparkley is approximately 4 1/2 and cousin is just over three years.

Crump Farm with the cousins

B with Boy at the park.


Princess Sparkley chasing Geese.


Princess Sparkley with cousin.


The four cousins running off... notice, mine are the slowest.


Cousins and flowers.

the windy windy roads

This is what the windy roads did to our kids.

Princess Sparkley threw up twice, poor thing. Once into that little cup she's holding. And once, well, everywhere.

Boy, our resident non-puker, slept through it all. He refuses to puke. I think he's only done it once, has figured out what's going on and refuses to do it anymore. If only he'd figure that out about going potty somewhere other than his diaper or the bathtub.

Take me home, Country roads... Western Virginia

We drove through some absolutely beautiful hills and valleys of western Virginia (note: not West Virginia). Here are some pictures that don't involve any appliances, cars, couches or other types of huge household items thrown out the front door and down the small hill that makes their front yard. It was beautiful, but a huge majority of these people used their own front yards like the rural canyons where you see a "no dumping" sign.