Easter

We did some:

candy munching, bike riding,

picture posing,

egg hunting,

cheesing,

jump roping, bubble blowing,


and playing with cousins.

We had a fun two days being with family, there is no better way to spend time.

And That's No Bull...or is it?

I need to post a few of my one hundred and one Easter pictures, but I had to update all the fun we had today first. We finally got our bull butchered, and here is the result. It was quite the two hour chore to get all the meat in from the van, then down to the deepfreeze, not to mention that meant cleaning both freezers out first to fit it all. But we will be missing our dear bull, his spoiled tantrums when Tyler would leave for work without graining him and he would pout around the yard until I would go out and lure him back in the pen with grain, but mostly I will miss the twins' fear of the bull, because I got a lot done with him around. I could leave the house by myself six or seven times a day to take garbage out or any small chore without a tear from them, if I said those magic words, "I'm going to feed the bull, stay here."

Self-Control

These are the devil and I lack any self-control when they are in the house. My friend Laura gave me a bag of them, the big ones you get at Sam's Club (40 oz.) on Friday, and six days later-completely gone. Paige hates them, Weston ate a few, and the twins ate a handful. The honors go to me, and the roof of my mouth just healed.