The Royal Wedding

I'll admit it.

I set the DVR to record the big event.

And I was nearly late for work, because I could not stop watching it.



There is something about this royal family that makes some Americans feel like they are our own.

Maybe it's because our parents were watching when Prince Charles married Princess Diana. (Probably more like our moms, but you get my point.)

Maybe it's because our generation watched Diana's funeral.

And it's quite possibly because we all love fairy tales. The Cinderella stories.



What I love most about the whole event is that there was no scandal. There is no controversy.


On a side note, Kate's dress was phenomenal. She is beautiful.

And Little loved the carriage ride. You know, the horses.

Okay, Harry. Batter up.

Easter weekend

We vacuum in heels. Who is this? The next June Cleaver?





We dyed Easter eggs. We made such a mess.










Some turned out good. Some not so good.

I tried to explain to Little that we have to keep the eggs in the refrigerator, so they will dry. Pouting ensued about the eggs being in the fridge.



This is the pouting stance. Won't look at you. Arms crossed. Now, we are pouting because we can't go down to the pond.



The best part of the Easter party, at least in Little's eyes.




The worst part of the party.




We hunted eggs three different times this weekend. This is at Big Daddy's.

Please forgive the next footage. This is raw.



Morning hair. How appropriate she likes the barrettes from her basket best.



And even though we are terrified of the Easter bunny, he still came to see us.



Now let's get serious. Yesterday in church, I had a particularly mortifying experience. Little was determined she was going to sit with her Memaw. I told her she could, handed her bag over, and pointed her down the outside aisle. She made it safe and sound.


For about five minutes. Then, she comes back up the same aisle, but this time she proceeds to wave (the only thing missing was her crown). Everyone turns and smiles at us.

Don't for one second think this is the embarrassing part. It would not be.

Now on Easter Sunday, every church is full of visitors. Ours is no exception. Yesterday, some visitors happened to sit in front of us, Apparently, we seem like a nice, wholesome family. Like a family you would want to sit in front of.

Well, when Little gathers up her Sunday School crafts, she begins to head back up the very same aisle to return to her Memaw.

No, ma'am. I would not let her go. Well, we teared up, began to cry, and suddenly got a little loud. So I pick her up to remove her from church, and before I could get out the doors............


She loudly says, TWICE,


"What are you going to do to me?"

Let me say, contrary to her Oscar winning performance, I do not routinely beat her or torture her.

Mortified!

Little Foot......

Why does the cat have a bloody nose?

Little: "Bubba pick my up."

Me: "Bubba did not pick you up. Did you pick Bubba up?"

Little: "Un-huh."

Me: "Yes, ma'am?"

Little: "Yes, ma'am."

Me: "Do not pick the cat up anymore."

Little: "Okay."


How in the world did the cat get a bloody nose? Did she pick him up by his nose? And who is suppose to be watching her?

Me.

Super Bulldog Weekend

Let's go Bulldogs.




White team





Maroon team





Little's MVP





Someone I know had a very good time.

Finally........

I remembered my memory card.

When I arrived home from work yesterday, I found Little and Daddy hard at work.



Apparently, he missed a spot, and she was pointing out his error. I have no clue where she gets that from.

But they were able to get the job done.



And so we plan to make a little magic happen with the help of these:





This is the face I get when I tell Little to say "Cheese."



Not exactly what I was going for but cute, none the less.

We've been trying to blow bubbles.



This often leads to tears, because:
1. We are unsuccessful in blowing bubbles.
2. We cannot understand that the wand does NOT go in our mouth; therefore resulting in a yucky taste in Little's mouth.
3. We spill our bubbles.
4. And our dress gets wet.

Oh, and remember that night when the moon was closest to the earth than it had been in, like, a bazillion years. Well, Little and I were out, but Daddy managed to snap a few pictures for us. Here's one.



"I see the moon, the moon sees me, God bless the moon, and God bless me." We say that all the time.

With a gift card from Little's birthday, we got a tee ball set.



I'm not sure who is having more fun. Bo or Little?

Little loves cows.



Unfortunately, screaming "Mooo" and "Cows" does not make them come to you, but we did have one who was interested.



And then I had flashbacks to the time that I was as big as this cow. Very disturbing.

We've been seeing a naked ninny run through the house.



Anything to avoid bath time.

But this picture just melts my heart.



Her love for the outdoors is so evident.

Where have I been?

Oh, my! Time has flown by.

I have so many cute pictures to post of Little. Blowing bubbles. Looking at cows. Vaccuuming in heels.

And, of course, I never have my memory card with me when I am blogging. So maybe someday.

As for this weekend, can you say B-U-S-Y?

Sister-in-law got married Saturday, so the weekend has flown by.

Here are a few pics from the special day.

Little did a wonderful job as flower girl. I am so proud of her!
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And they lived happily, ever after.