I got to feeling a bit bad that little Seth got left home from the game while Daddy and Max had fun and got their very own post, plus I found some more pictures of Easter so here is a little tribute to our little man.
But we'll start out with a token picture of the big boy and his daddy. This is Maxton and Ben at the neighborhood Easter Egg hunt. It was pretty cold so we left early but not before Max soaked himself in a puddle and had to grab spare pants and boots from a neighbor.
And here's the boy of honor. About the cutest little egg hunter you've ever seen, right? And I must say I'm not looking to shabby either. Those pink pants are smashing. And if you want the name of my hair stylist I'm happy to share. Call me.
We went to another egg hunt at a friends and once Seth got hold of an egg it was all I could do to get him to put it in his bag and hunt for more without stopping to eat the goodies out of each one.
But he found enough to keep him happy and looked pretty dashing doing it. I tell ya, I've got to have the best looking boys around. I mean, the blond hair, eyes like the sea after a storm, you can't beat it. They're like little cherubs.
Alright, I have to fess up: This isn't Tara typing (although I do think Seth's pretty cute). This is her friend. Tara was over at my house today using the computer and tonight when I came to blog I found myself logged in as her . . . the possibilities abound--but I settled on just giving her a late April Fools and owed her these pictures anyway. Enjoy Tara, and I won't steal your blog again.
To the rest of you: I leave you with a last trilogy of Seth--don't get in the way of this boy and his chocolate, hoards it like a chipmunk!
As we searched the dark room for our baby, we found him here:
For the next three nights he continued with this process of being put in his crib by one us and then after a few minutes climbing out of his crib and rocking himself to sleep. After that he stopped climbing out of his crib, almost like it was just a phase and forgot how to do this little trick. About two weeks ago it started up again, and I don't think he will ever stop. He never cries, and he doesn't bang at his door, he just snuggles up and rocks to sleep. I've rocked both of my boys while they were little, sometimes to sleep and sometimes until they were just relaxed...so that's probably why he finds comfort in our well used glider. It's so fun to check on him after he's fallen to sleep because he's always in a different position. After I take his picture, I gently pick up my big baby and put him in his crib.
