The Hunt

The day before Easter we were lucky enough to be given the opportunity to take the boys to Stan Hywet for their annual egg hunt and breakfast with the Easter bunny. The weather was chilly but gorgeous and the boys had a blast. Even little Oren managed to snag an egg or two amidst the frenzy.

Thank you, Cherie!

The Loot

um.

and that's just the candy/chocolate/snacks.

toys/bubbles/chalk/play-doh/clothing, not pictured.

i would say easter was a success, wouldn't you?

obnoxious amounts of photos coming soon.

ps - i counted, that's twenty chocolate rabbits, people.

TWENTY

One Year Later

Today I spent the afternoon coloring easter eggs with Wes and I couldn't help but think back to this time last year. Oren was just a few days away from being born and I was savoring this time with Wes and hoping we'd be able to spend Easter at home, either still hugely pregnant or with newborn in arms. As it turned out our little Oren Henry did come early but we still managed to make it home with our new babe just in the nick of time. Crazy to think how different life was one year ago and crazier to think how fast it got here.

  (oren, participating about as much as he did last year in utero)

First Haircut

(saved his first little wisps)

I wouldn't go so far as to say that Oren actually needed a haircut.

But he did have this rooster thing going where it was about 5 inches long 

just on the top in the middle and then pretty much bald everywhere else. 

Also he kind of had these caesar bangs going...

I don't know, it was rough. 

Also, I've always been eager to cut my kids' hair. I was ready to cut Weston's when he was about six months old and Abby begged me not to cut it for months. I held off for awhile but by the time he was Oren's age he had already had about three haircuts. 

 (wes's first haircut)

(wes: age one, fresh haircut.)

So, it was pretty impressive I waited until Oren's one year photo 

shoot to get him a trim. But if I'm being honest, it had less to

do with my self control and more to do with his lack of hair.

Still, I wanted him looking his best for his pictures and so...

Marsha to the rescue! 

And just like his brother before him, three years ago, here we were. 

Same chair, same little cape, sitting in mama's lap, Oren got his first haircut.

Big thank you to Marsha, you're the best!

(also, sniff - sniff)