Apparently Stevie taught Henry how to look cool in photos. So this is now the thing every time I try to take a picture…
So we’re going on day 3 or so of Stevie making fun of me for my latest sleepwalking episode. Well, there wasn’t so much walking this time. Instead, I was dreaming that Stevie and I and the kids were out somewhere together. It was some sort of performance or maybe even a church serve. The kids were getting a little restless and starting to make some noise so I caught Cadence’s attention and gave her the signal to quiet down.
That lasted all of a minute or two, and then the little boogers started to get loud again. There were two empty chairs between us, so I reached out, tapped the chair next to me and then snapped my fingers twice to get their attention and give them a very stern “quiet down or you’re going to be in trouble” sort of Mom look.
But at the sound of the snapping, I was suddenly awake, lying in bed, and Stevie was looking over at me asking what I was doing. Apparently I’d tapped him firmly on the chest and snapped my fingers in his face.
There’s seriously nothing more embarrassing than waking up the person next to you with your weird sleepwalking antics. I’m never going to live down the 4-5 consecutive nights in a row this past August when I woke Stevie by getting up out of bed and trying to lead tour groups around the house and speaking in my best game show host voice.
Hey, at least he can never say that life with me is dull, right?
When your week at work starts out like this, you know it’s going to be a good one…
Yes, that is a turkey, and apparently she was having a good time climbing on some Administrators’ cars this morning (including the Chancellor’s).
This was happening right outside my building when I arrived this morning. Who could possibly have a bad day after this?
Shoutout to my colleague Dan for snapping these photos as he walked by the parking lot on his way into the office. 🙂
Only managed to a get a few photos of the madness, but it was a good day! Of course, Cadence was up at the crack of dawn itching to get outside and hunt eggs. Henry finally rolled out of bed at 8:30 and was immediately on edge when the eggs he worked so hard coloring were gone.
“Hey!” he hollered. “That Easter Bunny stole my eggs! I gonna hit him!” Then he ran to the window to see if he could catch the thieving bunny in the act while Stevie and I cracked up and explained to him that, no, the bunny didn’t steal the eggs, he just hid them…like a joke.
Henry was not impressed, but was excited once we got outside and starting hunting.
Cadence ran around the yard so fast, I barely got a photo of her, but I did manage to wrangle both kids on the step for a quick minute to snap what may be my favorite photo ever.
Notice the creeper in the window behind the kids…
Electra was as irritated as Henry that she didn’t get a chance to catch that bunny and eat any of the hard-boiled eggs. Sorry dog, maybe next year.
Had some family time, a delicious brunch, another egg hunt at Grandma and Papa’s house, and then headed back home to soak up the last few hours of the weekend.
And yeah, Henry was still threatening to hit that bunny if any of his eggs went missing.
Happy Easter all!