What's that I see...
my very first Easter basket!!!...
thanks, Grammy and Gramps!!!...
you know what Easter baskets mean...
actually, no, I don't know what that means...
this is my first time...I'm new at this...
oh that...yes, it means I get all dressed up...
and the whole family comes over...my aunts...
my uncles...wait a minute...
if my aunts and uncles are here...that means...cousins...
you three...you're back...
I haven't forgotten...it's all coming back...
you colored the Easter eggs without me...
leave me alone...YOU COLORED THE EGGS WITHOUT ME...
what do you mean you have something that will make me feel better???...
how does it work???...
I wear them???...
like this???...
she stole my glasses!!!...is she the Easter bunny???...
if she wasn't so funny I might be mad...
I'll hang out with Gigi while the other kids hunt the outside eggs...
I love Gigi and she loves me...
it's been mentioned that I'm getting squirmy...
after sitting in one place for more than a couple of seconds...
I always try to get away...
I can't wait until
I'm old enough to sit at the kid table and go cross-eyed...
yet ANOTHER picture???...I must try to get away and do something just for me...
like this...you know what I love???...
handstands...
hey...where'd everybody go???...
what do you mean they all left???...
so it's time for me to open my eggs???...
oooooh...money...
and a truck...
what else we got in there???...
no candy???...but I have some teeth???...
I guess this basket will have to do...
you're sure that none of my eggs have any candy in them???...
oh well...happy Easter everybody!!!
no...you said a CRAWL fish party...and since I crawl really good...
oh nevermind...don't talk to me...
not even Kara can make it better...except, what? this cup is magic???...
the red cup produces something cooler than crawling...something else that crawls???...
oooooooooh...me likey...
I think I'll take it...
jeeze, Mom, why do you always FREAK out and pull me away from the action...
uhhhhhhh...whose great idea is this???...
seriously, guys, this isn't fun...
ooooooooh, nevermind, the magic cup is back...
I have to sit in my mom's lap for the magic cup to work?...ok...
come on...I'm not scared...
hocus pocus TURN INTO A FISH!!!
IT REALLY WORKED!!!
come on, hand it over...it was MY magic...
wait a minute...I'm on to you guys...
is there even a such thing as fish that crawl???...
is this even real???
hey...is that what I THINK IT IS?!?!?!?!...yep...
another COUG!!!...
is she loving me because she thinks I'm Tony Romo?...I mean, I know he's young, but...
oh well, if she thinks I'm him then I'll show her I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty...
real men plant with wheelbarrows; kids pretend they're wheelbarrows...
and I'm a MAN...
wanna see a trick???...regular baby...
GIANT BABY...
hey, seriously...these are not my socks...THESE ARE NOT MY SOCKS...
no crawling party, paper towels, funny socks...can we just go???...but first, I must pass the torch...
hey dude, listen closely...keep this cup - it's MAGIC.
