Easter

We had and interesting couple weeks in April. First Etta was sick, then Liam, then Rob, and then Etta again. Easter Sunday was Rob's turns. He woke up feeling awful so we had to do Easter baskets and hunts without him. I thought I hid her basket really well but she found it immediately, little stinker. Etta loved her Easter basket and headed straight for the candy then to the crayons.

My sweet little flower girl in the new dress Grandma got her for Easter.

Etta bug and Mylie moo.

All the kiddies getting ready for our neighborhood hunt.

Etta had a hard time grasping the concept. Everytime I tried to get her to put an egg in her basket she started crying and asking me to open it.

She got better as the hunt went on. It snowed so we had to put some winter boots on!

How most our pictures end up these days.

We were trying to get the kids in a cute grouping all morning without success then when we weren't looking the kids sat on this step all by themselves to eat their candy, perfectly prime for a picture.

Abby and Hannah in their Easter fancies.

Oh, Nate...what a cutie you are.

The Dellenbachs after nana's great hunt.

Me and my sweetheart.

We had such a fun easter, we're only sad daddy couldn't be there to share it with us. It was such a wonderful weekend spent listening to our wise and loving church leaders and enjoying our family. Happy Easter!

Two Months

Liam is just over two months now.

He is really really smiley and loves to be held. He's stopped pooping 10 times a day and is almost over his goobery eye. (Big milestones, I know).

He's sleeping pretty well, waking once a night to eat and we're going to start sleep training with him now that he's two months.

He loves being mauled by his loving sister.

He must be warm at all times and loves the bath.

As far as being swaddled in the miracle blanket, he hates it....but he loves it.

Here's what the doctor had to say:

Weight: 11 lb 12 oz

Height: 23 in

Head: 16 in

Pretty much 50th percentile on all accounts.

This is how I found him the other day. Oh, Etta.

She loves to play on the jungle mat with him and by play I mean sit on him!

You might be wondering what this is a picture of...it's his mad skills. Rob was trying to throw this fruit snack like 20 ft across the room into my mouth aaaaannnddd...

Liam caught it!

You think I'm making it up? That's why we took this picture...Red Sox 2030 here we come.

We love you Liam.

Do As I'm Doing

Etta loves to do anything and everything that I am doing. She loves to talk on her cell phone.

She loves to wear shoes and clothes like mine. If I'm wearing a dress she wants to wear her "rina, too!" She also loves to wear my jewelry and carry a backpack or purse.

When I'm reading she goes and gets one of her books and must be reading too.

Everytime we get in the car she says Etta drive, Etta drive. So when we get home I let her sit in the front seat where she can honk the horn, push the hazard button, and pull down the visor to check herself out in the mirror wearing her cool glasses.

When I'm paying bills she says Etta color too, Etta draw!

This girl absolutely loves 16 grain pancakes. Every morning she says pancakes, downstairs, eat! Then she goes downstairs and pulls a chair over to the stove because we cannot cook any more without her wanting to help...so now this is the routine.

She loves pushing strollers and grocery carts, just like mom.

We painted her toenails for the first time the other day and she was lovin it going around showing everyone her "beautiful toes."

She has to help me sweep and vacuum or she loses her mind and she loves helping me wipe up. Every time she's done eating now she asks for a wipe to get all clean and wipe the table.

And let's not forget about Liam...she is definitely Liam's second mommy. If she sees a binky she gets it and puts it in his mouth. She takes his blanket and then "helps" cover him as she smothers his face...Liam warm, Liam warm. She loves to burp him. She tries to help change his diaper...Liam diaper, yucky poos, all clean. She tries to brush his hair...Liam hair, Liam pretty. If Liam cries, she cries, then says hokay Liam, hokay Liam, don't cry as she hits him on the head.

It seriously kills me how cute this girl is and how much she talks.

We love this baby!