First of all, I'd like to be a little nostalgic and look at last year's Easter pictures!
Well, you'd think that a year's difference would result in less mess, right? Haha... not so much. Here's the pictures from this year...I decided just to let him have a good time with it, because, really, who cares if a few eggs get broken, right?
So David thought the boiled egg was a ball. And, since the nurse, Lindsay, and I were laughing so hard at him, he thought it was hilarious and continued to throw it
This egg didn't make it.
Then it was time to color them! (and I know there are a ton, but I love them all and couldn't chose)
I love the progression from clean to INSANELY messy.
Here's what we ended up with (only six weren't broken )
Here's the former ball
I'm just glad I decided to do this outside. Hahah...
Well, today we had a Saturday nurse because we didn't get one on Wednesday. I was so excited. We were going to go to the discovery center with Weston, Jaxon, and Amy. David hasn't been since before he was even able to crawl - he was still on oxygen and everything! So I was really excited about going.
.... but then David started to cough and sneeze and his nose kept running... so we didn't get to go.
Hopefully next weekend.
Last week was JoAnn's birthday, so everyone came over to my house to give her birthday gifts. It was so much fun!
David and Weston
Jaxon and Weston
David and Jaxon giving eachother kisses awww
David had had enough
Jaxon was such a ham! He looks like he was crying here, but he was really just making funny face LOL
The other day was a bad toddler day for David.
He acted like EVERYTHING was the absolute, end of the WORLD.
Walk out of the room? Tantrum.
Walk into the room? Tantrum.
Read this book? Tantrum.
Read a different book? Tantrum.
Start a breathing treatment? Tantrum.
End a breathing treatment? Tantrum.
Got a dirty diaper? Tantrum.
Change the diaper? Tantrum.
Sit in my lap? Tantrum.
Sit on the floor? Tantrum.
OMG I was ready to pull out my hair by bedtime.
Which brings me to my next point. Here's something I recently read.
A Toddlers Creed
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and
Thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator,
Monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be
Ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a carseat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, it must be hugged.
I am a toddler!
David really wanted to go bye bye the other day - he even got my keys and went the door
Breathing treatment time!
He didn't want it to end, I guess, because he wouldn't put it down.
... but all good things must come to an end.
I just thought he looked so cute, just standing there
Mr. David, hard at work.
He weighed in at 1 lb, 4oz, and was 12.5 inches long.
Here's his story.