Happy Easter!!

CANDY!!!! Well, Matthew's first egg hunts were a success. Our neighbourhood had a hunt that was a little chilly and exactly at Matthew's nap time, but it was still pretty good. The neighbourhood Easter bunny was good enough to "hide" Matthew's eggs in pretty obvious spots. When his little hands got too cold, he went inside and Mommy finished the hunt. Those other kids didn't know what hit them.

"Who's that fossil taking all our eggs?"

"I don't know, but she hip checked me into a bush and elbowed my sister in the eye."

Big Personality

Matthew is very independent and has some very strange ideas about things. Take, for instance, the fact that absolutely everything is "MINE." Our cell phones, Indy's rawhide, the car, the bathtub. When told that no, those things are OURS, we get a furrowed brow and an emphatic "MINE. " This we will have to work on. Other things, however are just too funny and we have to control ourselves from laughing. After playing outside on Saturday, we had to take Matthew's pants off to avoid getting mud and dirt everywhere inside. He was okay with that. As soon as the pants were off though, he NEEDED to put his shoes on. There was no talking him out of it, and someone very wise told me once how important it is to pick my battles. This was not one of them, and if I had pushed the point, we never would have gotten these pictures!

Here he's upset because I wouldn't let him have the camera (not because his legs were cold).

"What? I'm ready for dinner, Mom."

Hopefully Easer will bring more pictures of our little man showing off his giant personality!

Matthew's in Love!

With Gwen Stefani!! I guess he's got good taste, but isn't is a little early for me to be worried about my kid's first crush? As soon as the "Sweet Escape" video comes on, Matthew stops what he is doing and is glued to the TV. Not even Indy can tear his eyes from this woman (or maybe it's her dancers!)

"Hey, check out my outie. You wanna be MY favourite girl?"

My Baby's Not a Baby :(

Doesn't he look like a little man now?

Matthew's 18 months old! I can no longer get away with telling his age in months. That's right: now I have to tell people he's ALMOST TWO!!! On top of that, he moved up to the Jr. Toddlers in Daycare. Scheduled naps, no soothers, unacceptable behaviour is no longer joked about, it's reprimanded. I guess I knew the day would come when shoving other kids was no longer about cause and effect, but I didn't think it would come so soon.

Remember this, just 5 short months ago?

And this one, from 18 months ago:

Can somebody slow down time for just a little while?

Sleddin'

We were away this weekend visiting friends and neglected to bring the stroller. Instead, we brought the plastic sled. Matthew was, um, hesitant at first. We (I) tried to put him in the plastic enclosure (a wind breaker, I guess) and he screamed his head off. You know how I know I'll make Mom Of The Year? I could NOT stop laughing. After I got a hold of myself, we decided to forego the windbreaker and just pull him along. He liked it after a while, and the noisy ride even put him to sleep!

We had a great weekend, even though it's pretty obvious we're getting old. We watched Criss Angel Midfreak and all we could say was "Ew. That guys's a freak. Why do kids watch this crap?" A few years ago, we may have said "Cool. Let's dare (insert the freak of your choice here) to do that for $2."

I Like The Way You Make Me Smile

These pictures pretty much represent our weekends. We don't do much throughout the day; that's how we like it best (for those of you who don't recognize this, it's stolen from Sandra Boynton's Belly Button Book).

Friday night we get into our pajamas and check our e-mails, take a silly picture or two.

Saturday mornings are spent with a cup of coffee and the paper. We can usually skip the comics, given our household is entertainment enough. Indy was a mountain range for the Sesame Street school bus, complete with sound effects as he ran the bus up and down her back.

Saturday afternoons are a little busier; occasionally we'll go for a drive, maybe some shopping. Sometimes we even take the bus. The drive can be a little scary given the driver is apt to climb through the windshield to chase a cat (while screaming "KITTY!!!").

Saturday nights are usually filled up with a movie star or two (and some candy to make us hyper enough to stay awake past 8:30).

Sundays are our day of rest. Nothing makes us happier than sitting down and listening to some relaxing music played by a world-class musician.

And then it's back to work. Everybody's workin' for the weekends!

Sorry Heather

You're right. I haven't been taking enough pictures of Matthew. I'll work on it.

I took these last week. He got this toy for Christmas and while he loves it, and that makes us love it, it makes the most irritating sounds. Think of a train in your livingroom (Chicka chicka chicka chicka chicka CHOO CHOO). With music. I've added a website to go to for just a sampling of what this toy does. I bet you can't stay on the site for more than 30 seconds without wanting to kill someone. Imagine that in our basement. But Matthew loves it.

http://www.thomasandfriends.com/ca/homepage.html

And this picture, I had to put up just to give a taste of how spoiled our son is. Our basement is a pretty good size, and it ALL looks like the background of this picture. Filled with toys. FILLED. And they all make noise (I'll attach web sites later). ALL of them.