Easter was a little different this year because Kyle was at the Grand Canyon. He had been planning the trip for months with a couple good guy friends and no one realized it was over Easter until plans were set. They backpacked down into the canyon and back up over a 4-day period. Carlos was the photographer of the trip and we don't yet have pictures, but I'll share some --of the 600!--when we get them. He said it was a "trip of a lifetime" but then took it back because he doesn't want it to hurt his chances of taking another "trip of a lifetime" in the future, meaning next year. :) Kyle came home with great stories, one minor booboo that he calls a wound (which I think is hilarious even though how it happened was a little scary and it could have been much worse), and big dreams for taking me and the kids when they get older.
So, after church with Bee and Nana we had a little picnic in our backyard with Nana. Here's Rebecca pretending to crawl off her blanket.
We tried tried tried to get a family photo but nothing quite panned out...
It was all-important that Bee push Owen in his swing after church.
Random: our new grocery-shopping modus operandi...
Owen funnies:
- The other day I told Owen it was time for lunch to which he replied “Lunch is a bummer. Let’s just eat grapes.”
- The day Kyle got home from the Grand Canyon Owen spent the evening running around yelling at the top of his lungs “Yippee! We’re going to Grand Canyon!" (The funny part was it was pretty clear while Kyle was gone that Owen knew where he was. We had a special map with pictures of the GC on it to help Owen count down the 5 days until Kyle got home. Everywhere we went he told people what his Dada was doing and when he'd be home.)
- He has a pair of kids sunglasses and yesterday afternoon he put them on and said "how do I look?” Oh boy.
- No doubt he understand superlatives (good, better, best) because he has decided that Kyle is the "better pusher" (for our swing) and that Stan/Dahdo's eggs are better than mine. At least the boy knows what he likes.
- Owen manages to work the following statement into conversation at least once a day. "Flies eat poop. _______ don't eat poop." (At least we're clear on that...)
Rebecca milestones:
There is a lot going on with our little princess--she's hitting a bunch of milestones, seemingly all at once!
- She definitely knows her name.
- She LOVES blowing bubbles/spitting/zurburting--it feels like we can have a little conversation. I do it, she does it back, I do it, she does it back and on and on and on.
- She is waving bye bye...she doesn't put her hand up but her fingers are definitely doing it. She does it a lot just to watch her fingers move which is pretty cute.
Drumroll please...
- She is crawling!!! Her first crawl was Saturday night (4/10) and both Kyle and I got to see it. We were having dinner and she was sitting on a blanket on our living room floor where Owen and cousin Bailey were having a "pizza picnic". She decided to go after Owen's juice cup and she got it! She can get her hiney up in the air but usually resorts to an army crawl right now...still, she's mobile!
- Her first tooth is coming in!!! I just noticed it this morning. It's her bottom left and it has just poked through the skin!
So, this coming weekend Rebecca and I are off for a girls' weekend to Port Aransas with some awesome girlfriends. I am really really looking forward to it. In terms of relaxation, Rebecca is such a chill little girl that it'll almost be as easy as going alone! (And it is one of my goals to get videos of her blowing bubbles, crawling and waving bye bye...so stay tuned!) While we're gone, Owen is spending 1 night with each of his 3 local grandparents. He is going to have a blast and I'm sure he's going to be spoiled rotten when he gets home Sunday...the price I pay. We're all getting out of the house to give Kyle some peace and quiet so he can finish studying for his Anesthesia oral board exam which he takes Monday (4/19) in Atlanta. We'll all be glad when that is behind us!!!
And here he is "climbing" a tree in our backyard. Confession: I put him up in the tree (he wanted to). He stayed up there a really long time and talked about how he was an owl and did lots of hoo-ing. He threw a mini-tantrum when I told him it was bedtime and made him come down.