After a day outside on Saturday, we went to a cook out at a neighbors house and attended the first egg hunt of the weekend. The boys loved romping with a million and one kids and hunting for their eggs in shorts and bare feet.
The boys were up early on Easter, eager to hunt for their baskets. After the baskets were found and we munched on a family breakfast, we went for Easter egg hunt number two. Chris and I hid eggs around our yard and watched our disheveled boys run wild hunting for eggs in all their mismatched glory. (No matching, cute Easter themed pjs for our brood. Nope.)
Egg hunt number three took place later that day at my mom's house. Travis and Lynda littered my mom's yard with a whole bunch of eggs to keep the egg frenzy alive and well.
I had picked out the cutest matching button downs for the boys to wear for the holiday. As Griffin will only wear clothes that consist of some sort of sports theme and have some elastic waist component to them, this raised a bit of a tantrum from our lovable three year old. The tantrum was so spectacular that we threatened to leave him home from our impending visit to Chris's uncle for Easter brunch.
Griffin smiled and said, "Okay. I'll stay home."
How's that for calling a parental bluff? So Griffin and I stayed home from brunch to allow our grumpy three year old to nap. We did get him to wear the offensive shirt for dinner at my mother's house, but only after he escaped back into his room to cover it up with an Old Navy fleece jacket.
He wore that fleece jacket the whole evening. Oh, it's good to be three. He also refused any type of group picture that involved him and his brothers. Yes, so good to be three.
All was forgiven when I heard the following exchange.
"I have a girlfriend Grandma JoJo!" Griffin announced.
"You do! What's her name?" My mom asked chuckling.
"Mommy! Her name is Mommy!" He said with a smile and then ran over to give me a hug.
Three year olds are crafty little guys, aren't they?
After all the eggs and Easter excitement, we were all home, in bed and asleep nice and early. We are now on to the countdown to the beach. The boys each borrowed a rolling suitcase from my mother yesterday and are intent on playing "trip to Florida" every chance they get. Now if I can only teach them to pack their own bags. That would be a treat.
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