Family photo in front of the White House Easter Roll. Brig had to sleep out to get tickets.
Will spent much of his stroller-time that first winter blinded by his own hats. I think that this experience might explain why the child is so assertive/demanding now.
The only reason I was able to get so many action shots of Andrew rolling his egg was because he ran back and cut in line to repeat "the race!". I took advantage of his behavior to recreate the scene before having to physically overpower him.
Both of the boys have changed to much in the last 12 months. I expected Will to look different, but was surprised at how much Andrew, too, had changed.
I was not able to find photos of Easter morning. I can't even remember if we did anything. I have no memory of the two Easters previous to last, either. Sometimes I feel like I am writing about fairly boring or inconsequential aspects of our lives, like that Andrew was terrified of the poor adults whose thankless job was to wander about the White House lawn in giant mouse costumes scaring children and so we were unable to get a photo, but I realize that someday, details like these won't be boring to me at all. They will be all I have left of what once was so normal and that now is over. It only takes a few years. Then we will all be dead, and a few years after that, forgotten.
And that is my message of Easter Past.
Family photo in front of the White House Easter Roll. Brig had to sleep out to get tickets.
Will spent much of his stroller-time that first winter blinded by his own hats. I think that this experience might explain why the child is so assertive/demanding now. 
The only reason I was able to get so many action shots of Andrew rolling his egg was because he ran back and cut in line to repeat "the race!". I took advantage of his behavior to recreate the scene before having to physically overpower him.
Both of the boys have changed to much in the last 12 months. I expected Will to look different, but was surprised at how much Andrew, too, had changed.
I was not able to find photos of Easter morning. I can't even remember if we did anything. I have no memory of the two Easters previous to last, either. Sometimes I feel like I am writing about fairly boring or inconsequential aspects of our lives, like that Andrew was terrified of the poor adults whose thankless job was to wander about the White House lawn in giant mouse costumes scaring children and so we were unable to get a photo, but I realize that someday, details like these won't be boring to me at all. They will be all I have left of what once was so normal and that now is over. It only takes a few years. Then we will all be dead, and a few years after that, forgotten. 
And that is my message of Easter Past.
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that last part was just a joke. maybe smith humor, but there you have it.
That was great, particularly the last part. : ) Morbid, yet so true! Andrew looks darling all dressed up and Will looks especially delicious! Thanks for sharing.
I laughed out loud at the last part. I love it. It's a rare gift to be able to make Easter depressing. And the White House Egg Roll no less. I love it that such a cute, dainty person is so dark. As a kindred black heart, I find it endearing.
even if it were a joke it reminds of the story you told me about taxi driver who took the old lady around to all the places of her memory. Oh that was such a sweet story.
amen, toby. amen.
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