Eggs, eggs, everywhere!

On Saturday, we got together with our good friends, the Nortons to do some Easter celebratin'.

Here's little Casey Norton now...




Cute little stink, isn't he?

We dyed eggs,




(Adi moved around a lot)




(here's Casey and his Momma, Ayami)






and most of the dye made it on the eggs.

Like I said, most of the dye.



Then we had an egg hunt for the kiddos. And no, we didn't hike out to find some good ole' wilderness.

This is our backyard.



Porter-Pot wasn't interested in the egg hunt. He just wanted to ride his bike in circles.

"Okay, but you won't get any candy," I warned.

He just kept riding around and around.



I'm pretty sure he was thinking, "I'll just take the girls' candy when I want some."

Here's Pipes counting the many Easter erasers that she found.




And little Casey enjoying some nerds.



Checking out the goods...



And Wyatt slept through it all. Best. Baby. Ever.

It was a fun day and I am so happy that we live by these guys again!

Easter Finery

Last Sunday before church (you know those five minutes that your children look good... before someone spills juice on themselves or rubs their head along the floor just to mess up their hair?) I dragged the kiddos outside to get a picture of them in the Easter clothes.

Yes, these pictures have an incredible lack of effort in them (*ahem* thanks for pointing that out Dad), but for a Momma of four that has to get everyone ready and to church before 11 am and has to be there alone while the hubby is off earning the bread, I say I did pretty well.

And yes, that was one huge run-on sentence.




Ain't they cute?



I have to tell you that this pic is bittersweet for me. Adi and Pipes look so beautiful (at least in this Momma's eyes) that I swell with pride. But I also can glimpse the future young ladies that these two little girls will soon grow into. And I'm not ready for that.



My boys. Neither one would even look at me.

What stinkers.



I could not get this boy to cooperate with me. At all.



The funny thing about the girls is that whenever I pull out my camera, they both put their hand on their jutted out hip...



See, told ya!



And there's the Merrill kiddos in their bestest clothes.

Oh, and case you were wondering, we all survived church without Daddy.

I might have left a little bit of my sanity there, but still... we're all alive. Small blessings, right?

The Baby and His Siblings...

First off, isn't this the cutest pic ever? Piper wanted to know how I posed him like this.

I didn't. I sat him in the corner of the chair and his arm automatically went out like that.

Don't you just want to eat him up for breakfast?



I know that I've been a little absent from this blog lately. I've been a little bit buried underneath the mounds of laundry that comes with having a family of six.

Wow... six! I'm still a bit in shock.

Anywho, last night after bathing the bouncing baby boy, the girls were oohing and awing over the little dude wrapped up in his towel. Then Adi told me to get my camera because I had to get some pictures of this. That girl is bossy... wonder where she gets it from ;)




I did actually get a picture of Adi smiling, but she looks so much like OP here that I had to post this one.



And here's the boys.

I love how that sounds- "the boys".



Maybe one day I'll get back to my awesomely witty posts, but for now please enjoy the few pics I can get on here!

3 Months

Yep. It happened. Wyatt hit the three month mark.

Time really seems to be flying by!

Which reminds me, is anyone ready for Easter? 'Cause I'm not!

Anywho, Wyatt (as you can read on the pic above) is weighing in at 12.5 lbs and in 23.5" long. Both of those measurements are in the 25th percentile... not that you care, but I'm recording this for my own personal remembrance.

Wyatt adores his older siblings. If they dare to walk into his eyesight without addressing him, he'll stare at them and shout (which is really just a loud cooing sound) until they talk to him. He is still as mild mannered as ever... as long as I don't mess with his eating times!

He rolled over for the first time a couple of weeks ago and can no longer remain in the spot where I lay him down at. Clarky-Boy also loved talking to the TV. Horrible mom, right? But if I lay him down on the floor when the kiddos are watching a little Phineas and Ferb, Adi ends up turning the TV up so they can hear it over Wyatt cooing at the show.

Wyatt sleeps like a dream, and is as happy as can be no matter where he is: lying on the floor, in his swing, in the carseat, in his big brother's lap while being bounced around in every direction.

This kid is awesome.