A few more Easter piks.
No, our cherubs don't all run amok with a pacifier in their mouths. Those are bunny lip whistles.
A highlight of Easter was our Little Boy Blue discovering he could drive the truck. He's a whopping nineteen months old and small for his age. He took this truck driving quite seriously
though, as you can imagine, he did not quite have the steering down pat and Drummer Boy ran off his Easter feast trying to keep him out of trees and the creek.
It was a Keystone Cop moment.
Alas, we still don't have our new baby.