I realize that this post is over a week late, but who cares? It's full of pictures of my sweet babies!
Thoughtfully studying the contents of the Easter baskets from Great-Grandpa & Great-Grandma Moore
On the hunt for some Easter eggs!
Mom! I found some over here!
Army crawling his way across the table to get each egg . . .
... and another one bites the dust ...
...and another one gone, and another one gone. Another one bites the dust!
"CHEESEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Hmmmm, maybe I want some of HER eggs . . .
Daddy keeping a close eye on Brock's wandering eye
Sharing a sweet moment
Haha! Brock was asleep and Adrianna got ahold of his basket. Luckily, she didn't get any of the eggs open but she had fun nibbling on them and shaking them!
Cute story alert:
On Saturday night, we filled Brock's Easter basket and set it outside his bedroom door so it would be the first thing he saw on Easter morning. Per his usual wake-up call, he came flying into our bedroom at 5:30ish screaming, "The Easter bunny left me Easter eggs and candeeeeeee!" Then we promptly explained to him that the Easter bunny is like Santa. They are both friends of Jesus and help make the holidays more fun. But they are not the reason that we are celebrating.
First time eating Pop Rocks.
He picked up this skill rather quickly!
After we ate candy for breakfast, we went to the sunrise service at church then stopped by my parent's house and the kids played with their new toys.
Since Adrianna is crawling EVERYWHERE now, I didn't want her to ruin her beautiful new dress so we stripped her down to a diaper. She would normally be happier about being naked, but she was at the start of Hell Week (more about that later) and wasn't feeling well.
Brock got a Thomas the Train set from Nan and Papa Jimbo
Trying to play with Brock's new toys
My smooches usually make her feel better but poor baby girl was so sick :(
A little help from dada with his tie
This is about the best we can do anymore for a family picture. At least nobody was crying. Parents included.
Sweet princess with Papa Dabe.




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