We went over to Grandma Jeanne's on Easter Sunday. Dad and Miles had a great time walking around the pond and looking at the ducks.
John and I thought it would be festive to dye Easter eggs. It was fun for us, but what were we thinking? Miles just grabbed them and smashed them together and made huge messes with them. We still have a couple left in our refrigerator and every time I open it and Miles sees them (and doesn't get one) he falls to the floor, crying and kicking his legs. I think I'll just throw them away so we don't have to go through this ritual five times a day.
We hid cars in Miles Easter basket. He had a lot of fun digging them out and LOVES playing with them. I try to read books and sing songs to him but all he wants to do, all day long, everyday, is play with his cars. Today while I was singing "five little monkeys" he came up to me and put his hand over my mouth and handed me a car as if to say, "enough already mom, can we just get back to playing with my cars!"
ta da! Miles in his Easter tie.
We hid cars in Miles Easter basket. He had a lot of fun digging them out and LOVES playing with them. I try to read books and sing songs to him but all he wants to do, all day long, everyday, is play with his cars. Today while I was singing "five little monkeys" he came up to me and put his hand over my mouth and handed me a car as if to say, "enough already mom, can we just get back to playing with my cars!"
ta da! Miles in his Easter tie.