Easter
I didn't really feel like putting together Easter baskets, but when I came across these giant golden eggs at Target, I knew filling those with a few treats would be an alternative the boys would enjoy.
And they also double as a hat. Handy.
Jack with his Easter card from Grandma and Grandpa:
Jack, celebrating upon realizing said card contained a little spending money:
Henry with his card:
The boys open a box from former nanny Kasey:
Jack attempts to read his card:
I wish these pictures weren't fuzzy, but I wanted to include them because Henry had so much fun playing with his little hopping chick from Kasey:
Jack with his hopping chick:
Jack coloring one of the gifts from his golden egg:
The ball is inflated with a straw, has the feel of a mylar balloon, and was advertised as safe to play with in the house without breaking anything (and, as a bonus, you can decorate it with markers). So far, so good... nothing's been broken with it yet.
Henry made a necklace at spring break camp and put it in a little plastic Easter egg for me. I think it's fantastic and I wear it frequently.
I pose with proud Henry (and bonus over-the-shoulder Jack):
Miscellany
At open house night at the boys' elementary school, I was able to tour the school garden.Unassuming entrance:
Jack posing in the center path, class garden beds on either side (the portable building on the right side of the picture is the boys' kindergarten classroom):
Jack posing by his class' garden bed:
Another picture of the garden Steve took earlier in the month at the school's plant sale fundraiser:
Since the boys were only 3 1/2 when the pandemic began, and Jack has proven to be sensitive to depictions of peril on screen, we hadn't ever managed to take them to a movie theater. But we finally took the boys to see their first movie in a theater.
Jack left, Henry right:
The Super Mario Brothers movie was a perfect choice: big, silly, loud, colorful, not too scary, and with enough references and musical cues relating to the old games to keep Steve and I amused.
The boys made sure they were properly equipped; Jack had his Mario squid that he'd won at the boardwalk (a character officially named "Blooper" apparently) and Henry's bag is full of Hot Wheels MarioKart cars.
The boys' kindergarten teacher lets the class watch TV shows while she tests the kids individually on their sight words. This week the boys came home excitedly exclaiming that they'd watching the "coolest show" and they'd asked the teacher write down the name of it so we could watch it at home:
Jack
Goofy Jack with his new hat. Well, it was supposed to be his dad's new hat (a gift from a friend who visited the World of Coca-Cola in Georgia), but Jack took a liking to it and that was that.
Pictures of our kitchen from Jack's perspective:
I thought these pictures were interesting; things really look different from a few feet lower.
Jack in our bowling alley of a bathroom, lining up bath toys on a cold morning in front of the heating vent:
Henry
Henry often doesn't want me to take pictures of him these days, which I try to honor.
In a fit of frustration with all of us, Henry asked me to write "No Jack, No Mom, No Dad" on this card to make a sign for his room. I guess he decided it seemed overly harsh, since he subsequently decorated it with hearts and added "love Henry."
One morning, when Steve was leaving for work after a frustrating morning of Henry being generally malcontented and claiming he was going to get himself a new, better family, Henry passively accepted a kiss from Steve and then deadpanned, "Goodbye, soon-to-be-former Dad."
The teen (and pre-teen, for that matter) years are going to be... interesting.
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