This weekend was too busy with other things for us to watch much basketball, though. We decided to take the kids to get some photos done in their Easter outfits. Now, the last time we did studio portraits was almost two years ago. The experience left us so battle-scarred that it's taken us this long to try it again. This time, though, nobody was in tears until after the shoot, which was progress, and I think the photos speak for themselves! (I'm going to put more of them up on my Facebook page later, if you're interested.)
Three years ago, he was all about pirates, but now he spends the whole time talking about how if you get hit like *this*, you lose one heart, but if you get hit like *that*, you'll lose two hearts. Yep, my boy has become a videogamer like dad. Look at the intensity on that face - he's bracing himself for a boss battle, scanning me for weaknesses.
Jack busied himself with the sandbox. We have a chiminea on the back porch which has never actually been used, and which is full of sand that Blake has shoveled in there over the years. Jack decided to move it back to the sandbox... with a sieve. Then he just got sidetracked and dumped it into my lap. He's special, that one.