Over Easter weekend we headed south to St. George to spend the holiday with lots of J's family. His grandparents and some aunts, uncles, and cousins live there and his parents have a house in Hurricane so it has become an Easter tradition in his family to gather together there. It was a quick trip, but so much fun for Baby G to be surrounded by so many kids around his age.
Sadly Baby G now calls Logan "Ogan" and not "Elmie." I don't know exactly when he dropped Elmie, but I am kind of sad about it. At any rate, the cousins played great together and had fun making the air mattress flat by jumping on it.
They also dyed Easter eggs together, and, as you can see, had a hard time understanding the concept of one egg at a time. It was funny though, because the eggs they dyed ended up being some of the most vibrant and beautiful ones I've ever seen. I guess they knew what they were doing.
Grandma and Grandpa's backyard full of rocks is a complete dream come true for our little hurler. He could've stayed out there chucking rocks for hours. Love his expression in this photo.
Saturday afternoon was spent hunting for eggs with the other little ones. We let the smaller ones go out first. Here they are waiting to be let loose.
The bigger ones joined in and everyone got plenty of candy. Baby G loved finding and collecting the eggs, but really wasn't so much into eating the candy. While the other kids sat and devoured their loot Baby G spent his time gathering rocks and throwing them into the fire pit. He is definitely his father's son. You would've never caught me waiting even one extra second to dig in to my Reese's eggs.
Guess what else took precedence over eating?
Now that is more like his mama. Kissing always was my weakness.
And check out little Prestley. I love a little girl who knows what she wants and goes for it!
There was also pinata smashing. Baby G was napping for this, but after rounds and round of the littles taking whacks at it, Kendall finally had to step in. Logan hadn't gone down for his nap yet, but it probably would've been better if he had. Once he saw Kendall smash the beautiful butterfly that had been his friend and companion for the past week, Logan burst into inconsolable tears. Hitting pinatas is one of those things that you don't really think of as being very strange until you look at it from the perspective of a toddler. We had just encouraged whacking something with a stick and then cheered when it broke. Kind of confusing for little brains.
While the kids napped one afternoon Lisa whipped out the nail polish and we decided to give each other pedicures. This was the part where four of us tried to fit into the tub to soak our feet at the same time.
Grandma and Grandpa's house is right next to Sand Hallow Reservoir (or is is a lake?). If the weather would've cooperated we would've spent lots of time playing, but instead we let the boys throw in some rocks before rushing back to the car to get out of the wind.
Luckily, the swimming pool and hot tub were warmer than the lake, so we still got to get wet. Baby G loves swimming with Grandma. He was freezing because he didn't want to get in the hot tub, but he wanted to stay in the pool and wasn't happy when I used my better judgment and got him out to get warm.
The boys took a walk with Grandma early one morning so parents could sleep in. Sadly my sleeping in gene has been lost in motherhood, but it was very nice to shower and get ready without any small distractions running around. When they got back from their walk their shoes were full of red sand, so they got into the tub together before church.
I wasn't really planning on doing an Easter basket (horror!), but Baby G's daddy wanted to do one for him. We grabbed a couple of things at the store, but mostly filled up his bucket with stuff that Grandma had. Aunt Lisa crafted some homemade Easter grass, and voila! A perfectly lovely Easter basket. Baby G found his under the kitchen table.
Holding his goods.
The boys sat and examined the contents of their Easter basket while giggling at my husband.
Baby G was very focused on opening up a tootsie roll. One of his favorite phrases lately is, "Do it self."
After Easter baskets we got ready and went to church. I took a few photos of Baby G is his Easter finest, but I'll publish those in their own post. After Sacrament we went back to Grandma and Grandpa's for some hamburgers, (one of the best I've ever had, Grandpa. Seriously.) and then we hit the road. Baby G was exhausted and fell fast asleep with the beautiful red rock still rolling by.
After his nap he woke up to a basket still full of Easter candy. I highly recommend keeping a fully stocked Easter basket in your car on road trips. It made the ride go smooth as silk.
We love our family and are so grateful for all the work people go to to create memories for our little boy. I think he'll remember it all. And if he doesn't remember the details, I am sure he will remember the feeling. It doesn't get much better than being surrounded by people who adore and love you. Baby G is a lucky little boy. Lots of people love him.