Oh no she didn't!! Yes, you are looking at bunny shaped pancakes that I made for Easter breakfast, complete with pink food coloring, raspberries and pink sprinkles. I think the one on the left looks just a little like Piglet, don't you? This was my first brainstorm for the day, in honor of Easter Sunday. They turned out great but...
They weren't blue. They were a "girl" color and there's no faster way to tick off my friend than to put pink sprinkles on his bunny pancake. WHAT was I thinking. But, in the end, he did eat them. Then both the kids begged for more bunny pancakes, which I made for them with all the love of a mother on the morning of a holiday we weren't really celebrating. Once made, both children decided that they had their fill and were off to other adventures. Irritated? Heck no ....
Wiener dog had his fill of pink bunny pancakes Easter morning! He didn't say a word about them being pink.
Saki doesn't care for table scraps unless you are having meat. Well, he also likes Cheerios and if you've never seen a ginormous dog eat Cheerios from your hand, you haven't lived. But today, no meat and no Cheerios so Saki sacked out on the floor for the duration. Later in the day while I was taking him off his line, he made a run for it. He darted through the woods in the back and ran wildly about the neighborhood like a mad, rabid dog, drool flapping along his mouth and everything. I finally caught him in the van, muddy and hyped up from the escape. He stayed in the above position for hours and this morning, limped downstairs to go out. You're getting too old for these madcap adventures Saki.
After breakfast Jacob and Gavin put their heads together to make this awesome tower. No bickering, screaming, and accusations could be heard for at least 45 minutes. These days, Brad and I appreciate these moments. When these boys get to making something, all is good and right with the world. Lately, more often than not, the spats are
out of control I tell you. But today, nothin' but love ... for now.
Next on the list of family fun ( and we
were going to have fun) was a trip to Eno River State Park. The river was pretty high and the sounds of the water along different parts of the trail were spectacular to hear. Gavin felt emboldened to run on top of boulders like a big guy and Jacob took the high road. He made his own hiking trail by walking not on the trail with us, but on the hill above us. Not an easy path but he likes to think of himself as an adventurer. He was thrilled to see that some construction was going on and that the boulders were being cut through with big machines. He would have happily sat there by the boulders chipping peices of rock away looking for smooth parts and then super sharp parts. He said he was an " archi - i- ologist". And yes, we talked about a "geologist" but really, when you put a spin on archeologist, they can study anything you want so what's your point? In the above picture, Gavin saw this giant hole in a tree from the trail and had to go investigate. So, so glad whatever lives there was either sleeping or out visiting friends.
They have become interested in climbing trees lately. The girls next door have super human upper body strength and can climb any tree around. My boys have not been so upper body blessed but through sheer will and new pairs of clingy rubber shoes, they have managed to make their way up plenty of trees. It's all about intentionality.
Notice a theme in pictures taken with Jacob? Bunny ears are
always funny. No matter what.
So, we had a lovely day. It was not without wrinkles though, as most days are. Complaints, whines, naughty words, and general pandemonium abound. We ended our day back in our neighborhood riding bikes, trucks, scooters, and skateboards down the street with friends. This is Jacob and Gavin's favorite, most beloved activity. They are never happier than when they are playing with neighbors on things that move
fast. Brad and I ended our day by enjoying a beer and eating crackers at the end of the driveway( okay, just me) like any self respecting parents would do at the end of a religious holiday. High expectations can be wearing. Phew... it was a good day.
The boy was eating fist fulls of berry trifle straight from the dish. He was wrist deep. Admittedly, there were berries in it. He was unapologetic and only had this to say when I pulled out the camera and started snapping shots:" Mom, why aren't you yelling, You're going to ruin your dinner!" Good question. In my head I'm thinking #1 I have no idea what I'm feeding you for dinner and #2 I didn't have the heart to yell at him. He was just that happy... and really, really cute.
This is an old picture of Jacob when he was probably around 5 years old. But it perfectly represents Jacobs face when I told him, the day before Easter that the Easter Bunny is, well, not really a bunny who breaks into peoples houses leaving candy about, but rather a story lovingly told by parents to help make Easter special. And now ..... I'm feeling like a huge jerk. For some reason, I've been worried, very worried about how the whole Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy stories would end. Would they just kind of fizzle out as he aged or would it come to a day of ugly reckoning, a day he would come to know his parents for the big, fat liars they really were? I decided to take matters into my own hands. Although unplanned, when Jacob asked me in the car how the Easter bunny really got into the house to hide treats, I took it as a sign that he was doubting and I went with it. " Well babe, of course a bunny doesn't really break into our house, the Easter bunny is a lovely story that helps us to celebrate Easter ( this is totally illogical)." Well, he wasn't doubting at all. He was 100% seriously asking a question when the crushing blow came. His face told it all, it mostly told me that I was wrong, so wrong to tell him. Or at least that I hadn't found a good way to tell him. He replied, " So, you and dad are really the Easter bunny? It's a lie?" Stabbing pain to my heart aside I tried all kinds of ways to soften the blow and eventually came to one that seemed to help. Each boy would hide one anothers candy the night before and we'd start a new tradition and wouldn't that be fun? Wouldn't it? Appeased, Jacob seemed to move on to the next topic but if I know anything about this boy it's that he'll be secretly thinking about this conversation for days, mostly at night during our little chats and I'd have to relive my fatal mistake over and over again.
Oh no she didn't!! Yes, you are looking at bunny shaped pancakes that I made for Easter breakfast, complete with pink food coloring, raspberries and pink sprinkles. I think the one on the left looks just a little like Piglet, don't you? This was my first brainstorm for the day, in honor of Easter Sunday. They turned out great but...
They weren't blue. They were a "girl" color and there's no faster way to tick off my friend than to put pink sprinkles on his bunny pancake. WHAT was I thinking. But, in the end, he did eat them. Then both the kids begged for more bunny pancakes, which I made for them with all the love of a mother on the morning of a holiday we weren't really celebrating. Once made, both children decided that they had their fill and were off to other adventures. Irritated? Heck no ....
Wiener dog had his fill of pink bunny pancakes Easter morning! He didn't say a word about them being pink.
Saki doesn't care for table scraps unless you are having meat. Well, he also likes Cheerios and if you've never seen a ginormous dog eat Cheerios from your hand, you haven't lived. But today, no meat and no Cheerios so Saki sacked out on the floor for the duration. Later in the day while I was taking him off his line, he made a run for it. He darted through the woods in the back and ran wildly about the neighborhood like a mad, rabid dog, drool flapping along his mouth and everything. I finally caught him in the van, muddy and hyped up from the escape. He stayed in the above position for hours and this morning, limped downstairs to go out. You're getting too old for these madcap adventures Saki.
After breakfast Jacob and Gavin put their heads together to make this awesome tower. No bickering, screaming, and accusations could be heard for at least 45 minutes. These days, Brad and I appreciate these moments. When these boys get to making something, all is good and right with the world. Lately, more often than not, the spats are out of control I tell you. But today, nothin' but love ... for now.
Next on the list of family fun ( and we were going to have fun) was a trip to Eno River State Park. The river was pretty high and the sounds of the water along different parts of the trail were spectacular to hear. Gavin felt emboldened to run on top of boulders like a big guy and Jacob took the high road. He made his own hiking trail by walking not on the trail with us, but on the hill above us. Not an easy path but he likes to think of himself as an adventurer. He was thrilled to see that some construction was going on and that the boulders were being cut through with big machines. He would have happily sat there by the boulders chipping peices of rock away looking for smooth parts and then super sharp parts. He said he was an " archi - i- ologist". And yes, we talked about a "geologist" but really, when you put a spin on archeologist, they can study anything you want so what's your point? In the above picture, Gavin saw this giant hole in a tree from the trail and had to go investigate. So, so glad whatever lives there was either sleeping or out visiting friends.
They have become interested in climbing trees lately. The girls next door have super human upper body strength and can climb any tree around. My boys have not been so upper body blessed but through sheer will and new pairs of clingy rubber shoes, they have managed to make their way up plenty of trees. It's all about intentionality. 
I know, sideways. Jacob has been drawing pictures of kings in dicey situations lately. This one features one such king being lassoed by cactus monsters. Bad news.
Doing manly work
His shirt says Rock Star on it. I rather think the whole picture screams good times, don't you?
