April 12 of 12--Easter Edition!

How I like to start my day: on the back porch with a cuppa with ice cubes so I can drink it right then!

Cliff working on the back yard in peace before the kids wake up. The entire back of the truck is filled to the top and he's no where near done.

Dylan is thrilled checking out his Easter basket! He said he saw the Easter Bunny while he was sleeping and that he's a pink boy one.

Easter egg hunt in the front yard. Almost all of these pictures are Dylan holding an egg just like this in front of his face telling me what color the egg is.

If you look closely in the air in the upper left hand side, you'll see a flying yellow egg. Also notice the eggs in the lower right hand side. Uh, yeah, Cliff and Dylan started an egg throwing fight. Typical of them two!

Cliff got a hair in his butt (ha ha, I kill myself with cheesy puns) and decided to shave the dog. Wilson loved it and looks like a little puppy now.

Dylan doing some birdwatching with his binoculars. He claims to have seen a red eyed sloth bird.

Their Great Grandma Joan stops by to visit. Dylan decides to go to her house to play for a few hours.

Mandatory self portrait in the car with Hubs too. I absolutely love over sized glasses and don't care how ridiculous I look.

Liberty Mutual is on my street corner and every day until Tax Day we see this guy advertising for them. He happily posed for this picture I took while at the stop sign.

Stopped by my Momma's house to pick up the boy's Easter baskets. She was happy to get a little one on one time with Sam.

Finishing our day off playing with Dylan's new chalks and watching Amazing Race. I think those two girls in the background on the t.v. (the basketball player team) are floating by and oughta be out already. It was a non-elimination round with the short stuntmen team more than likely set up to lose on the next episode.

A 3 year old's explanation of space

First of all, it is not space, but it is called PACE according to Dylan. You can go to Walmart and get a rocket ship, but you need to make sure you get a PACE helmet, PACE shoes, PACE shirt, etc. too. Keep in mind Momma wants a pink rocket ship, that is important. You can't get out of the rocket ship in PACE, even with your PACE clothes on. See, PACE is black water with stars floating in it. If you get out of the rocket ship, you will drown. Your PACE clothes will get all wet and Momma would get mad if that happened. You could maybe jump on the moon if you wore your PACE helmet. The helmet has air in it so you "won't run out of breath". But with the moon, you would have to watch out for aliens. Some are nice aliens like on the Backyardigans when they went to the moon, but some are bad guys. Make sure you bring a PACE bammer to get the bad guys with. You have to make sure everyone goes on the rocket ship with you, because you will be in PACE for a long time that you would miss everyone; especially Wilson, the dog. Dogs can't go in PACE, sorry.

And this is why I love my 3 year old son. :)

A dog?

My Cali ran away a few months ago. She only went outside to pee. The last time I saw her she was scaling the neighbor's fence. The most she was ever outside was maybe 2 hours max.

She was the ultimate cat, probably because she acted like a dog. She would even fetch. We already have a dog, he's a big yellow lab. I can't really cuddle with him and he's definitely Cliff's buddy. Princess, aka Prin Prin, is your typical snobby cat. She's not evil and I love her, but ehhh. It's been a while and I have an empty feeling inside, so I've been on a small dog search in hopes to somewhat fill Cali's missing spot. Ya know, a lap dog. I've been looking every 3 days or so on petfinder.com for new dogs at the local pound. One little fella has been grabbing my attention every time.

He's not a puppy, but I think that's best for us right now with Dylan being a toddler and me working again. He's just waking up in this photo, so I'm thinking his disposition isn't as shy and skittish as this photo makes him look. He's half airedale terrier and half wheaten terrier. So at 10 am, I will be going to the pound to check him out and hopefully bring him home. I've already named him Wilson. I sooo hope he's good to go to be my buddy.