Monday, April 25, 2011

Easter 2011

 Easter is a time of tradition in the Wallace House.  Even before Jamie and I had kids, we dyed eggs.  It's sort of a sad time too!  It reminds me of how far from home we are.  I was glad to hear that MeMe and my Mom continued the tradition.  And we missed our little cousins who we used to dye eggs with in Houston!

 Rosy tried to get in on the action, but that would be a disaster beyond compare!

 "See Mom!  It's blue like my eyes!"


The Easter Bunny was generous this year!  He brought Gavin a few new tag books and some legos.

Laynie was so excited about her new, purple tag pen that I couldn't even get her to look at me.  Ah well...I already posted the pictures of them in their Easter clothes anyway.  

Our Graduate

 After six weeks of puppy school, Rosy officially graduated with her degree in "Puppy Basics."  She can sit, stay, lay, come, spin, shake and leave a treat until we tell her to take it.  She's still not a great leash walker, but hopefully it will happen soon!

I will miss puppy school!  She always came home so worn out!!  Here she's burrowed underneath all the decorative pillows on our bed.  Pretty cute, huh? 

Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Things You Learn at T-Ball

So apparently, my kid is the team clown. You know...the one who always has something to say and tries to make everyone laugh?

I have no idea where he got that particular trait.

I also learned that Gavin is a pretty decent fielder (if the ball is coming to him on the ground) and is great at throwing. But he has no idea where first base is.

Even when he's playing that position.

And I don't know how many times he had the ball before the runner got to the bag, but didn't know what to do with it...even though his coach, Jamie and I were all screaming "TOUCH THE BASE!"

Oh well. This was just week one.

Laynie had a blast even though it was freezing cold and muddy.

She and Jamie played catch for a long time. He would intentionally throw the ball past her so she'd have to go pick it up...

...and then laugh hysterically every time she bent over to get the ball.

It's a good thing her crack is so cute.