Disclaimer: Ok, technically it’s not her first haircut… but it is the first one in about… 2 years? Give or take. I cut her hair a couple of times when she was a baby because it would grow in at all different lengths. But this is the first “big girl” haircut.

It’s probably not perfectly even, but the client isn’t complaining.  With all my pleading with her to SIT STILL while I was waiving a pair of scissors around, she’s probably just relieved that both her ears are still attached.

And so am I.

We attended my parents’ neighborhood Easter Egg hunt, as is our annual tradition.  This year, it was being sponsored by our (huge) church, so the attendance was at least double the usual (and it’s usually a fairly good turnout).  The egg hunt for Little Button’s age lasted approximately 10 seconds because the ratio of eggs to children was completely underestimated.  I’m told they actually had 1,000 more eggs to put out, but the HOA queen wouldn’t let them.  Button scored 1 egg during that hunt, and she only managed that one because a nice lady took one of her son’s eggs and laid it down in front of Button to pick up.  Thank you Nice Lady, whoever you are.

Fortunately, Button is still of the age where she doesn’t realize she didn’t get “enough” eggs.  We let Button jump in on the older kids’ hunt and she managed to find 3-4 more eggs, so she walked away with enough treasures to satisfy.  I did see some kids in tears over the lack of eggs to be found, and was glad we didn’t have to cross that bridge yet.

Her favorite part of the day was meeting the Easter Bunny.  She met him 3 or 4 times because she just couldn’t get enough.  She gave him hugs, high-fives, shook his hand (paw?) and posed for pictures in his lap.  Mr. Bunny is totally the Mac Daddy.

Oh yeah, pictures…

After the egg hunt was over, we walked back to Grandmommy and Grandpa’s house.  Ok, J and I walked - Button (as usual) ran.

When we finally caught up to her, she was sitting on G&G’s front yard, waiting patiently and playing with some of her “loot” from the egg hunt.

It snowed here a few weeks ago.  Random.  One day it was 70 degrees, the next day it was snowing.  And then it went back to being warm again.  Texas weather in the Spring is so fickle.

And yes, here in Texas we take pictures of the snow because in this part of the world it’s marginally equivalent to earthquakes or aliens or Heidi Montag’s shot at a singing career.

We happened to have some friends in town from Seattle, which made the snow even more fun - the more the merrier, right?  And because it was FREAKING COLD outside and I didn’t have any warm maternity clothes but I didn’t have to go build the snowman because Scott volunteered.  Sweet.

I excel at lazy parenting.

I have this problem.  The further behind I get on something, the less motivated I am to catch up.  Blogging is no exception.  So I’m going to take a shortcut and fill in the gaps with pictures instead of actual content.

Since we got back from London, we’ve had singing and dancing sessions just about every night to this “mock” hip-hop boy band for kids called Boyz in the Sink.  Button is our star singer and we consistently get reports from her Sunday, Tuesday and Wednesday School teachers as such. You know how in every children’s choir, there’s always that one kid that stands in the front row and sings every word of every song at the top of his/her lungs?  Yeah.  That’s my kid.

She also likes to dance.