Sugar High

Fortunately, Isaac took place in a lot of Easter adventures over the last couple of days.  Unfortunately, those adventures involved a lot of candy.   We took away most of it when he wasn't looking, but that didn't stop him from stuffing his face when he had the chance.  Good thing Easter egg hunts only come around once a year! :-)

Way more psyched about the plastic eggs than the awesome new shoes.

At least at this age, you can get away with putting one jelly bean in each egg and your child is still over the moon.

Lots of arts supplies in his basket this year!

We went to our neighbors church (Wasatch Presbyterian) for a kids Easter party on Easter morning.  He played some games, ate, made some crafts, listened to the real story of Easter read by their pastor, then he went on a playground Easter egg hunt.  This is the only picture I got - and of course his mouth is stuffed with a piece of taffy.

A visit to Wheeler farm just before Easter.

He was convinced that Peter Cottontail was hiding in there.

Egg Splash at Murray Rec Center Pool with one of his very best buds, Quinn.  I am not sure what they are doing here, but we'll just say Quinn is sizing up his muscles (or scorpions as Isaac likes to call them.)

Finding eggs with dad in the pool.  Isaac found a special egg in the pool that he got to trade in for an Easter basket full of goodies and a stuffed Easter Bunny.  He was thrilled, and especially liked taking his basket to his Uncle Ben's new house afterward, and sharing a big box of jelly beans with his uncles and "Pa."

Jessi and I joke all the time about them getting married when they are older, but seriously, don't they look good together? ;-) hehe

Plus, Quinn is trying to give Isaac a kiss (with some tongue) here.

And finally, here is Isaac getting stoked to go on his final Easter adventure at the park with Uncle Nate and Aunt Tara.  They took him to fly a kite they'd given him for his birthday, and to play.  He loved it.

And while I'm thinking about it, some common Isaac phrases as of late:
VERY enthusiastically:  "are you KIDDING ME?"  "I can hardly believe it!" "pidiot" (because we've been trying to teach him that idiot isn't such a nice word, so he's decided that replacing it with pidiot is much nicer. sigh.)  Instead of saying he "hates" things or people, he usually says "I am not a fan of..."   It's awesome.
Last night I made tacos for dinner.  Isaac was horrified by the idea of eating them, as evidenced in the disgusted look he had on his face.  He looked at the food, looked at me and said "mom, I don't want to waste your time.  I don't want you to waste my time.  Okay?"   I honestly don't even know where he came across the idea of "wasting" time, and equated it with the dinnertime power struggle.
And to make this blog even more disorganized and jumbled, here I am at 36 weeks pregnant.  I hope those are just tree shadows under my eyes, and not the world's baggiest eyes.  Hmph.  I am still doing pretty well.  My organs are definitely all squished up into my rib cage, so I am having a harder time breathing and being comfortable at night.  Depending on what position little man gets into, I either feel really great or really uncomfortable.  However, I am totally okay with that because 1) I know it all gets back to normal very quickly.  2) I am thankful that I have a healthy, big boy in there, and I know the longer he stays in there, the better.  Though hopefully he comes at exactly 40 weeks.  That would be perfecto.  Cinco De Mayo, baby!