V's Second Birthday Bash

So it wasn't your normal birthday celebration but we did get some killer Ice Cream Sundaes and some quality in-law time. V was pretty sugared up after the event but we survived nonetheless. Steve the House Plant, on the other hand, did not survive the party. After a raging game of "Throw the balloon upstairs near the house plant" April's exquisite derriere failed to notice the plant behind her and thus, Steve the House Plant is no more. It's good to have these moments because then you're able to teach your children about the cycle of life and the value of a strong carpet cleaner.

The party itself was a raging success with "V Language Trivia" and "Guess how many decibels the mother-in-law reaches when she's excited." Twas fun for all. Here's a trivia for you when V says "noodle" it means "yogurt." When she says "wapemoi" it means "trapezoid." We're still learning, faster than we think: Today April pulled up to a stop sign and V said "heyegon" which is Toddler for "Hexagon." That's progress! Who cares if it's an octagon, the kid is putting things together! Yeah, I know... I'm a dad. Sue me. Here are some awesome pics from V's Second Birthday Bash:

Uncle Ryan decided it was best to scare V with a puppet so she would open her presents and we could get to the ice cream.

English: Play-Doh. Toddler: Faydoh.

V: I thought I'd have to wait 'til I was 16 to drive! AWESOME!

  
V: The frog said there'd be ice cream... Where is it?

V: Aw yeah... Sour gummy worms are the perfect compliment.

An empty sundae bowl and Mamaw at her side, it's been a good birthday.

Easter: Small Human = More Fun

Here's the thing: When you have a 1 year old, Easter doesn't mean much to them. In fact, there's not much that they get excited about except food and food. This year with a two year old in tow, we had a great time teaching her about Easter. Though she still is struggling understanding the true meaning of Easter, she definitely understand egg hunting. We went down the road to the in-laws neighborhood and being excellent parents sent her around the neighborhood looking for eggs. They do a great job hiding eggs in various houses all over the place. So with basket in hand and determination in our hearts, we ventured forth into the unknown world of egg hunting:

After our calisthenics warmup, we pose for our adoring fans.

A basket full of eggs gives us the sweet dance of victory.

Her first egg hunt under her belt, it's time for a nap.

Then off to color eggs! V is a master of mulit-colored eggs.

If she messes up, she gives "The Sorry Face" and everything's OK.

On Easter morning, she gets her two favorite things: Veggietales and Jesus' resurrection. Happy Easter!