Mommy's Ninja Egg
Sully's Dinosaur Egg
Mommy's Mr. Chick Egg
Daddy's embarrassing excuse for an egg. Seriously. Could you have tried any less?!
Sully's Sully Egg (w/ the help of Mom)
Easter Dinner for my meat lovin' boys. Pot roast with potatoes, cabbage, carrots and onions.
Sully's note and treat he left for "Mr. Rabbit" as he calls him
His destroyed basket before I even got a cute picture. Lesson learned.
We decided to hit up Underwood Farms for the afternoon while dinner cooked
Tractor riding ...
... You're doing it wrong.
Giving the trikes a whirl instead ... out of the sandbox.
His favorite part - the animals. All the goats are dogs, no matter what you tell him.
The totally cute baby goat that looked like a cow
Riding the train. Shaun and I were super hesitant given last years train debacle at the farm, but he insisted and did great! He really is getting to be a big boy.
Launching oranges with daddy
This is as close as we got. Sully has a serious problem with costumed figures. He was totally cool. laughing and hamming it up. As SOON as the bunny came out of the house he froze, told us he was leaving and started walking away, never taking his eyes off the bunny suit. Later that night he had my phone and I asked him what he was doing. "Deleting that rabbit." is what he told me. He straight up deleted this picture out of my phone and told me "That picture is no good for me." Hah!
My favorite - the horses!
I love where we live, seriously. The farm is two minutes away from our house. And even though we technically live in the 'burbs, we're surrounded by acres and acres of agricultural land.
I think its pretty awesome.
Sandbox, round II.
Feeding the emus.
Watching the goats climb above us.
Petting the pretty rabbits, George.
Running through the field maze.
The highland cattle. I wanted to hug it, it was so freakin' cute.
My boys & I.
Taking a break checking out our Easter egg hunt loot. I warned him it was sour.
Here comes kid number 1
And here comes kid number 2
My favorite picture from the day
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