Just A Little Teaser..

It started like THIS...

And ended.. like.. THIS.

And there are roughly 250 pictures depicting everything in between, that if I didn't feel responsible for washing every item of clothes we own.. restocking our bare cupboards.. making 2 doctors appointments (eyes, and ortho.. no swine flu here people!).. and working out my big fat ate-lots-at-Disney bottom... I just MIGHT post.
But.. I'll spare ya about 230 of them.. and direct you to my Facebook album to check out all the good times had!
In a word... "MAGICAL."

What Easter Is To Me..

Coordinated outfits.. check.



One eager-egg preparer.. check, check.


One very enthusiatic bunny. (Do you like the way her silky nighty accentuates her belly?)


Two pre-feast naps.


Cute paper goods and centerpiece. All must-haves.


Hot buns in the oven. (Almost as important as the ham. And hey.. stop looking at my dirty oven already. I'll get around to it.)


One post-feast egg hunt.


The egg-hiders..


The egg-seekers.





And best of all.. hearing Sophie attempt to say the word 'Ressurection'--
and then recite the story of that very ressurection, to her brothers.
To me.. that's Easter. Hope yours was a happy one.

Here Comes Santa Clause, Here Comes Santa Clau-- I Mean, GRANDMA!

So.. we don't get "out" much. By out.. I mean-- outta the valley.
Oh sure.. we hit Kohls (I heart purchasing things) or Petsmart (it smells), I go to the grocery store (Ew.) and birthdays always demand a visit to our local sizzler (Mmm.) but as far as real, so-called "outings", I'm a little shocked and appalled and how NOT often we go anywhere MORE than 10 miles away.. and how much I don't mind.
But I gotta admit.. darling as our little town is.. now and then ya get a case of the 'gotta-get-me-outta-here's'-- so HOW much funner (I know, not a word.. but I like it) could it get.. than gettin' on outta here, to go to DisneyWorld??
Not much!
Jasens sweet Mom, (who mind you.. lost Jasens darling Dad only months ago..) has had "A wish upon a star" to take all of her kids, and grandkids-- to Disney.
And now she is. This cute lady, who could be only sad, and bitter, and stash her little widows mite under her matress-- isn't. She is sad. Terribly so. But is finding so much joy in giving, it is something to be amazed by.
If I wasn't an idiot.. I could download the video of our kids with their cousins last week, opening up the suprise invitations to the big vacation. SO fun. But I am an idiot.. and can't figure out HOW to download that video.. so just trust me-- it was fun. My kids have never been-- and are giddy with excitement.
I'M giddy with excitement.
As if that in itself wasn't enough.. yesterday we recieved this humungous (I like that word too..) box from Grandma.. with just about everything 4 kids need for a trip to Florida. WHAT a party.

Swimsuits for all!

Happenin' little athletic get-ups.. and wallets! Kids, love wallets.


Fresh t-shirts (Moms, love fresh t-shirts.) And stylin' shades for the sunshine state! (Can you FEEL Bo's coolness?)

And ofcourse.. what trip to Disney and all it's princesses therein.. is complete without a mini princess's new pink and poofy princess dress..

(Cinderella ain't got nothin' on her..)
Oh.. and monogrammed pool bag.. cause what 3 year old doesn't, have a monogrammed flamingo pool bag?


It really, truly, is.. Christmas in April.
Grandma is everything Christmas is. Loving. Cozy. Giving.
Thank you Grams. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Happiness is...

My husband.
I like him in his Ray-bans.. with a fresh haircut.. looking business-like on the phone. I looked out one night to see him pull up, and then linger in the driveway with a call from work.. and he looked cute. So I took his picture.
I don't think he knows I did.

Next:

How proud Bo was of his tiny snowman. Everytime I see this picture.. I'm pretty much as happy as he was with himself, at that moment.

And then.. Sophie.

In her rag-a-muff princess get-up.. again. And everyday.

Just some stuff that makes me happy.

Why Neighbors Are Fun..

THAT'S why.