Ah, let's get this Easter stuff wrapped up. Unfortch, I won't be able to in this one post (haven't gone through all the photos yet), but hopefully only one more post after this one and I can move on to other exciting things (like, did I mention that we hatched chicks this last week? And we now have 10 little chickies living in our living room?! So much to get to!).
What is the history behind getting new dressy clothes for Easter Sunday? Does anyone know? I suppose I could google it, but that takes lots of work ;). My mom and I discussed it and didn't really come up with anything. At any rate, I spent a few minutes on Sunday trying to get some photos of my wee ones in their Easter finery. None of the pictures of both kids turned out great (oh how I need another newborn who will just lay there and let me take photos without moving), but I still love looking at my sweet little kids.
These first few photos were snapped right before we walked over to church and I was lucky I took a few seconds to get them because they were the only ones that really turned out of both of them together at all. I love their happy little faces so much.
There wasn't time to set up a self-timer shot (and John stays after church for meetings so we had already changed clothes by the time he got home), so the closest thing we got to a family shot was separate pictures of us with the kids. I am sad that I didn't make it more of a priority to get one of all of us though-- I am really wishing I had. Don't mind John's alarmingly large left knee. (He had knee surgery a week ago, remember?)
The rest of these were taken after church in the few moments I had before Pearl insisted on being put down for a nap :). See? Not so great as far as a portrait goes, but I actually do love both of their expressive faces and George's hand holding onto his sister's arm.
Pearl is looking down in 90% of the photos. It must've been a combination of the bright sun and her interest in the dirt and grass. I won't complain though because I do love getting a good look at those lashies.
Hi little lashies!
Still looking down :). Really, I didn't have a choice-- she almost never looked at me despite my most desperate attempts to get her attention. She's a rascal.
Eye issues all over this post-- George's eyes are closed (on purpose) in many of these shots because of the bright sun. Oops.
Ha ha, see?
Oh there we go. Open eyes and a smile. Lucky shots.
We moved to the front yard for a few quick pictures in front of our spring flowers (that are now all tipped over and wilted from the 8 inches of snow that fell on them last night). My two little squinters.
Pearlie was into the flowers. She liked touching them.
And yelling at them.
I thought the flowers were so pretty. I'm glad I snapped these because I don't know if they'll recover from the storm :(.
After we went in to put Pearl down for a nap I figured I'd best try to snap a few pictures of them indoors. You know, so we could document that they do in fact know how to open their eyes. (Pearl was losing it by this point and the only way I could get her to sit there and not immediately speed-crawl to me and start pawing at my chest was to give her the open lotion tub to play in. Seriously. You can see the top of it in her chubby little hands.)
Easter egg hunt's next and then the chickies!