Ostrich Eggs?

It's the sixth year we've getting together with the Tuckers and enjoying the camaraderie of our children and each other. Every year we seem to grow. Every year is better than the last. Of course, we still haven't eaten an actual ostrich egg. No thank you. Waffles are just fine.


An entire table this year



The boys

Grant and Edie Jane



Could they be any cuter?



At the zoo-zeum. A replica of the old exhibit. Dad and I used to watch
those monkeys forever. It was one of my favorite places.



Feeding Edie some of his snow cone, they shared.



It was a good day

Good Friday

Empty Eggs

I've been out of sorts. Blogs will go a bit out of order. I realized I failed to mention this special day. I went to Grant's school to help out with the Easter Egg hunt. Ms. Donna gave me this *HUGE* basket to hide. All the other parents got little bags of them. I guess we all know about paybacks......she's only had to put up with me for 2 years now. She came on when Grant had been at the YMCA for a few years already. I broke her in. All is fine now, but I  *think* this giant basket had something to do with that.

Grant and Ms. Donna





Grant and Ms. Karen



After hiding about 200 eggs, the kids were let loose to collect as many as possible. Of course when the kids came in to open their precious eggs, there was nothing in them. Yup. The YMCA is sticking to their mission statement....healthy bodies. Way to disappoint a bunch of Kindergartners, YMCA. You should have heard all the upset kids when they opened egg after egg with nothing in them. Dumb idea. Anyway, here are some action shots.

Notice he isn't wearing his jacket.

Still no jacket

?

So midway through this hunt, Grant hands me his basket, asks me to continue looking for eggs FOR him, he something he needs to do. He then ran off. And that's me. Dumbfounded with an Easter basket. I tracked him down a few minutes later. In his jacket. He didn't want to hunt without his "whole outfit" on. 

Grandpa Dod would be proud of Grant's consumption with style. I guess that skips a generation.



The not so favorite black eye avenger girl



Grant and Peyton (his favorite "girl" in class)

Grant and Gael, his buddy

Easter: A Photo Blog

I've had so much going on with our life that I've not had a chance to even try and focus on blogging. For those of you who are following my Dad, he's been in the hospital for two weeks now, spending 3 of those days in ICU. We live day by day.  We're still awaiting an answer on whether or not a transplant will be a good option. Grant has been a little trooper, making friends with the front desk people. Yesterday he told the black "jazz" guy (he always streams jazz into his computer)that his BALD WHITE superhero looked like the him. Ummm, great. The guy was nice about it, even gave him a Candyland playing piece....not sure why he had that at his desk, but whatever.

So here's Easter:

Grant's behind the lady crouched down with the camera

Palm Sunday was good. We met Nanny at church and Grant marched in with his palm. Notice I got a really bad picture of this. Camera problems. Well, really, me problems. I started watching him instead of photographing him. He had just gotten over an ear infection and he completely captured my attention because he had his hands over his ears while still holding the palm. I was trying to get him to stop it and wave. So, you got a good picture of Mr. Morgan instead.





I only had 7 Eggs. It worked. That's about his attention span anyway.

Easter day was a rainy, chaotic mess. I overslept *totally unlike me* and Grant didn't want to get ready. We made it church just in time to run right into Brooke's family, who was also too late for a GOOD seat at service. We all ended up in the overflow room. I was entertained by Laine and Brooke the whole time. Apparently grant wrestled with Ron Shinn in the kindergarten room and before you knew it, church was over. We fast tracked it to the hospital to see Dad then to the Tucker's for an Egg Hunt. With Eddie Jane.

He was not pleased with the ears

Umm, yeah, this picture never did really happen. Notice Grant's cheerful face.....

Super excited...about flower seeds? yup.
He wanted to plant right away.
Is he my kid, or what?

Of course Nathan is at the kid table

We ran out of there to go back tot he hospital to see Dad again and give Nanny time to hide the eggs at her house. Of course, I was done with the camera at this point. So no images there. I will say Grant had a blast at Nanny's, found tons of eggs and got his favorite new toy, a Scorpion Helicopter with a guy in it. He has taken everywhere we have gone all week. Thanks, Nanny, for such an excellent time consuming toy.
 We proceeded on to Jane's where Grant ate nothing and played  ran with Luke all over Jane's house.  After our last trip to the hospital after Jane's, we went home and crashed hard, both of us. I think there needs to be a recovery Monday after Easter holiday as well.

Crazy Hair Day

Grant's school had week of the young child. Really. Really? How is this different than every other week? It's a daycare/preK/Kindergarten facility. We need a week to remember that? Umm, okay. So I remembered last minute....and this is what I came up with.


He wanted the Walkie-Talkie's in the picture.




Side View, He turned and posed on his own.



Rear View. What a mess.

Kiweeds?

The secret ingredient was Kiwi's. I try to make it look appealing...

Lesson Learned

Dad was feeling well enough a few weeks ago to head to JCPenney's  and do a little shopping. I wanted to find Grant an Easter suit. So, while I shopped, Dad watched the VCU game in the secret lounge we found.

I hung Grant's suit up in his room. Didn't think a thing about it. When he came home from school the next day he came running in the kitchen....

"Mom, mom what's that thing hanging in my room?"

"Your Easter suit. Do you like it?"

" Oh yea, oh yea. (doing his little Grant dance moves). Can I wear it tomorrow?"

"No, it's and EASTER suit."

"How about the next day?"

This went on and on and on. I caved. I let him wear it Friday, no uniform day at school.


He was disappointed he didn't have a blazer to go with it. Geeze!



I couldn't love anyone more.



Catch Up

 I take random pictures and think they'll be great blog posts and then I forget to blog or get too busy. I reviewed my camera last night and realized I needed to get some things down. So, there will be some random pictureses and discussion coming up.

Like this, for instance:

A sword for Lego Ninja, a car tire and 3 melted Starbursts

I opened my dryer and found this jumping out at me. This has to be a "boy" thing that turns into a "man" thing. Is it SO hard to check your pockets, boys? I suppose the only finger pointing should be towards myself. As a woman I know better. At least nothing was ruined this time (unlike the last time when the mysterious green crayon ruined an entire load of laundry).






Grant putting together the new Lego Ninja bad guy.

We had to go and pick up Dad unexpectedly after his hair cut and had to kill some time. Grant has been wanting this "Ninja Lego Guy" **"Leery, leery"*** bad.

**Leery is what Grant thinks is Really. I just don't have the heart to correct him.

I'm not a big fan of Lego's, as you all know, but here lately I've found a little joy in putting together a few things. This one was super easy,  Grant did it on his own.





Notice that golden sword? It reappeared in the laundry photo above.