Fab Weekend

It seems almost taboo not to celebrate St. Patrick's day when you live this close to Savannah.  But this year, we turned down the River Street festivities in favor of strawberry picking at our favorite little farm. I couldn't be anymore in love with that place.  It was such a perfect morning.


Nothing could have made the morning better than and intro to Chick-fil-A chicken biscuits
with cheese (a switch from the minis).  You're welcome babies.  You. Are. Welcome.

Because we won't be home to celebrate Easter at our house, we decided to give the kids their present a little early.  So, when they went to a friend's house to play for a few hours today, Brent and I assembled the beast.  When they came home, we hurried them upstairs and handed them each an egg...

Happy (early) Easter!

We can't read.  What does this say?

Not in the front yard...

Yay!!!  (Daddy caved.)

Love the hair.

Sweet hubadub

Callie got hurt three times in the first three minutes and Wyatt's other tooth is as good as gone.  I noticed his mouth was bleeding within minutes of him starting to bounce.  Oh well.  They still bounced for hours.  Hopefully, the dentist doesn't give me the stink eye when we go back and the remaining tooth is in an even worse state than it was when we had the x-ray done.  Screw it.  He can't be a bubble boy either.