Here Comes Peter Cottontail

Easter Egg Hunt and Grammy's house.

Spoiled. So spoiled.

Sometimes you get so excited to collect eggs that you fall into the flower bed and need to be rescued.

The classic egg hidden in a bush. Also, an Easter Egg hunt isn't complete without help from the cat.

Glamour Shot. That is jubilation and excitement on my face, in case you were wondering. I LOVE riding bikes with Brodster. Last summer we rode almost EVERY day I didn't work. We would go to parks around Plain City, around the dyke at Willard bay, and of course, to Boone's to get Bug Juice. Now we can go as a family on bike rides!

The Easter Bunny brought Brody a 4-wheeler. No, this is not going to be a trend for the Easter Bunny. He had outgrown his little 4-wheeler he received for his 1st birthday and needed an upgrade. Crazy psycho worried mama also made sure the Easter Bunny brought him a helmet also.

The kid loves it. Every day, "Mama 4-wheeler?", "Mama 4-wheeler?" He makes me ride the big 4-wheeler around the yard behind him riding his 4-wheeler.

Some "Christmas Morning" shots.

Nirvana

We Swam. 4 hours. Non-stop.

Then we came back and swam 4.5 hours the next day. The little man was in heaven. At first didn't want to leave the steps. By the end was swimming all by himself in 3.5 ft of water with floaties. I was proud.

Then we went to Snow Canyon. AKA The Dunes.

Papi came with us because it was his afternoon off from classes. Of course, we had to bury each other.

My Ode to St. George, By Jessica Hall

Oh how I love thee. When it's 30 degrees and snowing at my house, you are 80+ degrees. I love your Outlet Stores, your Smashburger, and that your 30 minutes from $5.95 Prime Rib (Thanks Mesquite). I love your swimming pool, the clean hotel, oh and did I mention that it was 80 degrees. I shall be back again soon. Until then with all my love....

Jessica

Grateful

Grateful that when your just about to lose it you...think you might start smoking in the backyard while your little 4 year old neighbor girl is watching, when your ready to throw at your husband anything he leaves laying around the house, and your sick of cleaning urine off the bathroom floor and wall everytime your 2 year old goes potty, you get nauseated thinking about how your going to channel Rachael Ray yet again for the 789th night in row to make dinner, your wondering how little sleep someone can really function on and be coherent enough to take care of new moms and babies, ready to run away you do... to St. George! See you in 5 days suckers!