Showing posts with label hunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hunting. Show all posts

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Easter 2011

The Easter bunny came to visit our house.  He left a nest on each recliner for the kids.  Unfortunately, my camera does not do well in low light so these pictures are lacking. He left some eggs filled with candy and money, a singing card, and some stickers.

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Tucker also now has a REALLY BIG grasshopper and spider which I hope will soon go live in the sand box.DSC03425

There’s nothing like a good chocolate high before breakfast.DSC03430

Later in the day we went to Papaw’s and Gamma Deb’s for a late lunch.

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We had ribs.DSC03472

And they were Delicious!!!!DSC03477We were calling the kids Pebbles and Bam Bam.  They were a little prehistoric gnawing on those bones.DSC03483

And then it was time for the Easter egg hunt.  Here they are patiently waiting to be released to the back yard.DSC03433DSC03434

And then the hunt begins. 

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Tuck did really good helping Kora out and showing her how it’s done.DSC03450

But she took off pretty quick and filled her bucket. This is her first official egg hunt.  Last year she was just too little, only 5 months old.DSC03460

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Not only did we find quite the stash of eggs but we found a good mess of mushrooms too.  Over half of them were in Deb’s flower beds.  This is quite the year for mushrooms.  Dad deep fried them and they were quite tasty. 

Thanks Papaw and Gamma Deb for a great day.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Lie to my children? Hell Yes!

So I read all of the parenting magazines, blogs, articles etc and they all say that you should not lie to your children. That this is the worst thing that you, as a responsible parent raising well rounded moral children, can do.  Well, I say: bah.

We are having trouble with Tuck eating.  He complains that he is ALWAYS hungry and yet when dinner time comes he wrinkles that little nose and tells us "Me no like that". 

And yet, if he thinks Daddy shot it... look out, the plate is licked clean even after thirds.  So yes, we lie. 

Did Daddy shoot that spaghetti?  Sure! 

Did Daddy shoot those chicken nuggets? Oh yeah, it's chicken nuggett season right now and we are stocking the freezer. 

You haven't seen chicken nuggets in the wild?  Well, they are nocturnal.  And they tend to co-habitate with the snipes.  Elusive to say the least.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Easter

Easter was quite the hit this year.  We went to Deb's (Dad's girlfriend and Tuck's "Gamma Deb") for dinner and Easter egg hunt.  She has 9 additional grandkids, 6 of which were there.  Tuck loves hanging out with his cousins and though he is the littlest one (besides Kora) he loves keeping up with all of them.  Once Papaw and the Dad's finished hiding the eggs the kids were released out of the kitchen and they were OFF.  Deb has an old cemetary behind her house and some of the eggs were hidden there for the bigger kids.  But alas, once they all started running there was no stopping any of them until they hit the grave stones.  We had to herd the little ones back into the yard. 



Here he is concentrating really hard.
He was really good about finding the eggs.  We didn't have to guide him to many, he had an eye for them.  He found one with hearts on it and decided he didn't want that one though.  He put it in the spot where he found his next one and WOULD NOT put that one egg in his bucket.  Later he found another one with hearts and it went straight into the bucket.  It's hard telling what he determined was wrong with that one.
And here is Kora in her pretty dress.  It had a big bow on the front which she proceeded to slobber on and chew. 
After the egg hunting the dads and kids started a game of baseball while the mom's sat on the proch and visited.  The weather was just gorgeous and it was so nice to be outside all afternoon.  The baseball game was a hoot.  The dad's were pretty serious about their fielding and pulled a few double plays.  This was not too difficult considering most of the runners were 6 and under.  They had paper plates for bases.  Tuck hit the ball (pitched mind you, not on a tee) but insisted upon running to center field/cemetary.  He just loved the running.