Easter

For Easter this year, we had an Easter egg hunt with a family in our Branch on Saturday. There were 6 kids, but about 100 candy eggs. We went a little overboard, and now we have tons of candy, but they all enjoyed it.

Jack filled his basket 4 times

Getting loot!

Sunday morning the boys got their Easter baskets.

We were having a fun Easter morning, until West stuck a sweet tart bunny in his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing. He started coughing, and was having a hard time breathing. He then began throwing up, but still could not get the candy out. We could tell he was in a lot of pain, Aaron hit him on the back a couple of times, and West was able to breath better, but the candy was still stuck. He kept coughing and throwing up, but was eventually able to breath a little better. Since he was breathing ok now, I just held him, he looked so tired, after about thirty minutes he threw up again. We called the doctor and they told us the candy should dissolve, and just to keep an eye one him. Finally about an hour and half after he popped the candy in his mouth, he had his energy back and was playing with Jack. I don't know if I am ever going to buy that candy again for Easter.

The boys in their new ties

Chair Spin

Today I spent about thirty minutes spinning the boys in our computer chair. Jack kept asking me to spin them faster, and then would promptly, say slow down. West was just enjoying himself, he was laughing and singing. Jack and West are similar with their temper, but quite different other wise. West is our dare devil, and well Jack is kind of scared of everything.

Jack freaks out when:
-He gets a drop of water on him, he completely strips his clothes off
-He gets the slightest bit dirty
-He goes swimming, or goes down a slide
-A bug comes any where near him

We are hoping West will cure him. West gets into anything and loves being dirty. Saturday he tried to eat a rollie pollie, and constantly eats dirt. He will leap off the couch, jump into the water (from his bum, cause he is still not walking) and loves wrestling. It is funny how different they are.

This was right in the middle of a spin, they both look high, or sick

The boys each take a couch and play cars, almost all day

Aunt Anne visited a couple of weeks ago.

Trying to do a summer salt

Jack has been singing a song lately:
"Spank my booty, spank my booty, give me a kiss, and then spank my booty."
I asked him who he learned it from and he said, Aunt Anne First, then his Sunday school teacher, and then my sister Breanna. It is really funny to hear him sing it.