In one word.....Exhausted

Well, the last week has been pretty exhausting. Jack is so tired that he has even been caught catching a few Z's in the car (which he rarely does). And then of course there is my little Brookelle, who doesn't sleep at all. Our day starts around 6:00am, because the Little Princess wants up. If anyone has any advice on how to get a baby to sleep later, I would be eternally grateful!

Easter was great, and I actually got a pretty decent picture of the the stinkers in their Easter attire. Don't you love it when you ask your kids to smile, and you get one of these!

We took Jack to the Easter Eggs Hunt in Rexburg and it was an exciting 17 seconds.

"One of these things is not like the other..." For you Sesame Street Fans

We took a little trip down to Utah this past weekend and all the kids were downstairs playing, and they presented us with this. Does one of these princess's look a little manly? Jack emerged to announce "Daddy, I'm a Princess!" Daddy was proud. If you could only see his backwards tiara.

Now we are home, and still crazy busy. I am getting ready for a craft show this weekend in Rexburg, and all I do is sew, sew, sew! If you are bored you should come and check it out. I am doubtful on the turnout, hopefully it will be great. It is the Spring Craft Boutique and it is in the empty building next to JB's in Rexburg. It runs from 10-5pm. Hopefully I am able to get everything ready! Wish me luck!

Easter Dresses

Easter Fashions Remembered

I am 2 in this picture.

I think I am 7 in this one. This was my favorite dress!

9 years old

10 years old

Thanks Katherine for getting these pictures together.

Thanks mom for making us look so cute!

BOX

I have been begging Vince to bring home an air conditioner box for weeks, and today he surprised us for family night!

This may seem like a silly request to most of you, but my sisters know why I wanted one.....It is the most fun a kid can have. A home of their very own.

Sisters: Remember when the big green plaid couch came and each piece came in its own box. We decorated the boxes and lived in them for weeks. I still remember the day that mom made us throw them away. I'm not sure I can talk about it, it still hurts. Thanks mom.

Even though a little piece of me died that day, it was so exciting to watch Jack enjoy his BOX. The box had a little hole in it, and Jack was peeking out.

Look closely and you can see his tiny eye.

Communication through the hole.

Potty Training Update: So far, so good. We have of course had a few accidents, some of them my fault. Including the one at Porter's Arts and Crafts when I didn't sit him on the potty just right, and the pee starting pooling in his lap. His legs were clenched together so tight that the pee had nowhere to go but to absorb into his coat. AHHH! That is what shoppers could hear coming from the restroom. Besides that incident and a couple uncontrolled squirting episodes, training has been successful.

What a stud in his boxer briefs!

Brookelle Update: Brooke has also learned some incredible skills. Not only has she finally learned to roll over, but she has mastered the art of toe sucking. We couldn't be more proud.

Pure Joy

I know that it can be bothersome for some poeple to read a blog that is completely devoted to pictures of the blogger's children, but it doesn't bother me, so prepare yourself for an overload of the Byram kiddos!

Last night we went bowling with the entire Byram clan to celebrate a couple of upcoming birthdays. My poor little Jack has lived such a sheltered and boring life that going bowling was most likely the highlight of his young life. He really has never experienced such excitement and chaos. I think the mere fact that he was able to throw a huge and heavy ball and watch it knock things over, was overwhelming for him. He wasn't sure if he was going to get in trouble or not.

Why must little boys wait their turn?

Jack followed Uncle Trevor around for most the night. He loves Trevor!

I think my favorite part of the night was watching the "serious" bowlers. I think of bowling as a fun little game, but for some people knocking down those pins is a matter of life or death. I know my sister thinks that she is white trash for having chickens in her backyard, but until she joins a bowling league, she has nothing to worry about.