Easter pics

We had a blast for Easter this year in Lyman at the tradition *secret* sandhill. 

Chase had a blast rolling eggs down the hill and kept the older kids busy running up and down the sandhill to collect uncracked eggs so he could roll them again,

Daniel's family thought I was nuts for participating, but I got my 9 months pregnant booty up that hill.....  it just took all day long :)

Unfortunately it was a very windy day.  Windy and sand don't mix well and it got all over in Chase's eyes.  Just looking at this picture makes my eyes water.

Easter candy... Chases favorite part.

It's hard for me to even compete with the relationship these two have...   I don't even bother anymore.

This kids best friend is definitely his daddy.

Cycle ride

We had a couple chances over the last couple months to have dinner with some family that we don't get to see as often.  When my cousin Logan showed up on his cycle, Chase HAD to have a ride, and Logan was nice enough to agree.



Chase starting the cycle.

Logan wasn't sure if Chase had any fun on the ride because he just sat there as still has could be, but when the time came to give Nathan a turn, it became pretty evident that he was enjoying the ride.

Baby Simba bed

I'm trying to play catch up before the baby comes, so watch for several new posts over the next couple of days.  Just a warning: taking  pictures (and especially ones I like) obviously isn't a priority for me right now, and I'm not in the mood to edit.

Chase's new bed:

I thought the story was best told by my dad so here's his side of it:

"A new chapter in the life of Brennan's lion bed. Built in 1990 for Brennan who was about to have to give his crib to Baby Drew. But the bed was relegated to storage when on their first night together he "growled" at Brennan. No amount of persuasion could convince the bed's new owner to give another chance, and fear prevailed. And a very frustrated dad dismantled the bed and eventually forgot the whole sad story.
      Fast forward to 2010, when Jramma saw a chance to employ her considerable persuasive powers to resurrect lion so that he could redeem himself. But paint had peeled, slivers had grown, so sanding and painting was called for, and Pappa reluctantly dug out the pieces from behind and under absolutely everything.
       And when the required two whole days were at an end, Chase renamed lion "Baby Simba" and climbed in and went to sleep. And this time, no growls were heard and everybody lived happily ever after, even Pappa."

This made transitioning for the crib to a bed so much easier.  We tried converting his crib several months ago, and ended up putting the crib back together after just a couple of horrible nights.  Baby Simba makes sleeping in a bed SO much more fun.

New crib....

I'm not so excited that my little boy has been sleeping in an unsafe crib for almost 2.5 years, but that's just a fact of life and thankfully we didn't have any problems with it. 


I am, however, excited to have a brand new crib for this new little one.  The recall couldn't have come at a more perfect time.  

Now, I'm just left to wonder if I should trust this new crib.....

Buying a house a month before having a baby isn't the MOST ideal timing, but.....

We have survived...
Survived the stressful house buying process- check!
Survived deep, deep, deep cleaning the new house (with a lot of help from family) -Check!
Survived moving everything over into the new house- check!
Survived cleaning out the old apartment-check!
Survived unpacking everything-check!
Survived painting the front room and kitchen (with more help)- Check!
Survived all of the above while keeping the baby inside my belly- check!
Less than three weeks until my due date- can someone pinch me so I might be able to wake up and realize that this baby is coming soon whether I am mentally prepared or not?


Pictures of the new place coming soon.... at least the finished parts :)

I buckled Chase in his car seat today and he was giving me a really strange look.  My initial thought was something was pinching him, but I double checked the buckle and it was fine.  He continued looking at me with concern on his face so I asked him what's wrong.

"Momma got the broken on a face" was the answer I got.


Confused I asked what he meant.  Turns out he doesn't know what a zit is.  He probably hasn't seen one as big as the mountain on my face before, and he was suddenly VERY concerned about it.