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The hunt begins...
...soo we only nabbed four eggs but what a glorious four eggs they were! AND, unlike some people, Jack actually grabbed all four eggs. Not LJ or I. Jack and his little egg-hunting self.
Added bonus, our little man did not cry when he saw the Easter Bunny. He laughed and if we had let him, would probably have tried to pet her.
French Toast Sticks
Using a spatula, put the whole piece of bread(but really cut up already) into a pre-heated frying pan (I like mine on medium). After you get the bread into the pan, use the spatula to separate the sticks. Any other way and they will fall apart. Trust me.
Cook until the wet side is dry looking then flip over and brown the other side. Jack likes his a little custardy on the inside. Delicious.
...glamorous huh. You want a break-down of the goods? Here it is: a corduroy purse I got in China (completely washable BTW), disposable paper table covers for when we eat out with Jack (made of recycled paper and they have animals on them, double score), disposable diapers for when we travel or in case of emergencies (the number of these grow due to the fact that I always forget I have some before stuffing another in there), wipes that Jack so lovingly unpacked for me, my wallet, my coupons/gift certificates/receipt holder, an old shopping list, goldfish, gum, random bobbi brown lipsticks, the best lip balm EVER, barrettes, random napkins that I at some point picked up due to the impending mess Jack was going to create by eating something, gum wrappers, ipod, fabric swatches, pacifier (for emergency car break-downs), one of Jack's baby spoons, his body wash (no idea how it got in there), a roll of quarters and a pen.




Not the way to start off the day. Inchie is pretending that this is not happening.
...and crawling...
...and crawling right onto the wall.
Here is a close up of the action...and yes there was a bit of a thunk. But again, HE WAS MADLY GIGGLING!
Hmmm maybe if he reverses and then...on no wait...crams his head in between the plant and the wall...giggle follows.
Just in case you doubted that he was having fun.
Next game involves pulling all of the old plastic bags out of the drawer. Fun but he knows he is not supposed to do that.
Oh he knows he is in trouble!
But I, of course, crack first. Then it is all a fun game again.



