We usually get a semi nice fall pictures taken of the kids or a family picture... or something. But we didn't this last fall. We didn't have a year photo taken of Paige, and guilt was setting in. So, when the kids got their Easter clothes, we took them out that Saturday afternoon and had fun taking photos. Getting all three kids to hold still and smile for the camera is a joke. I caught on to that pretty quickly and had a good laugh over all the ridiculous photos I snapped (and deleted) of Tessa crying over mud on her shoes, Cole escaping to run and get more mud on him, and Paige who seemed to be above it all and done with the whole process. Bless Jake for the intense effort he put in to trying to get all kids to at least look toward the camera. Thank heaven for the sports setting on the camera!
Even though it was cloudy, we were dealing with a case of the squints in some pictures, but, frankly, we don't have the energy to do this again soon! :)
Here is a huge slew of pictures that I narrowed down as my favorites. I think I'll print a few. It's time to change out the hallway pictures.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Good Friday = Good times dying Easter eggs. We dye a dozen. Keep it simple, I say (and the clean up minimal).
The kids think it's the absolute best when Jake or I get on the trampoline and jump with them. Cole asked me if I would, and I went for it with my beginning of the new baby weight flop. He was thrilled. It's hard not to bounce him into the atmosphere because he's such a lightweight.
Something else I treasure:
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
My mama had a break from school near the beginning of March and was able to come and spend some time with us. Hooray!
Jake happened to have business in San Antonio that week, and, at his urging, we decided to make it a quick road trip and accompany him. I'm so glad we did. We had a lovely time.
Here is Grams with the kids in the hotel room before our morning Riverwalk stroll:
After Jake got back from work in the later afternoon, we took off for the Alamo. We add a kid every time we come here.
Cole is shouting "Remember the Alamo!" at the top of his lungs:
The phrase turned into an unintelligible mess after a few hollers, but I think he thought that was even better. I also think bystanders thought our kid had clear issues.
We went back down a portion of the Riverwalk, and Cole asked Tessa to hold his hand. That's pretty sweet.
When we pulled up at home, Cole sobbed because he wanted to go back to the hotel. They DID serve nice breakfasts, so I can understand the disappointment. :)
Later in the visit, we took Grandma to the Perot Museum. She thought it was as awesome as we do.
Can't wait to see more of you, Grandma Lori!