Thanks, Sam.

Lily's friend told her mom she didn't want to come play at our house because she was scared. Trying to comfort her, Sam said, "Sarah, our house isn't scary- just messy."

Easter Morning

You have to read the clues to figure out where the Easter Bunny hid your basket!


The hunt is on!


Easter basket booty..

One of these things is not like the others...

First Checkmate!

The kid beat his old man!

I wonder what the 1994 National Chess Championship team would say about this.....

Masterpiece

Lily had a birthday party with some friends at a kid's art studio where they each got to paint their own princess (of course) castle and take home to hang in their room.

Here's when I had some hope. Looking pretty good, right?



And, uh, ta-da! Here is her finished painting:



Well, maybe she'll be good at math.....

Unprecedented

No one is sticking their tongue out or making a face!!!

And the Thunder rolls...

Sam's t-ball team this year is called the Thunder (lame, I know). He is playing with one of his best buds, Blake, so it is very entertaining watching them when they are supposed to be paying attention. At one point during the first game, Sam convinced Blake (whose jersey says "Michael" on the back) to abandon his position at second base so they could hang out and play pitcher together. No one seemed very surprised or upset so, hey, they just went with it.

Of course he won't tuck in his shirt or wear his cap...


Fric and Frac


Not sure what he is doing here.... the potty dance?


Big hit!


C'mon over, man! We don't need a second baseman anyway!!