Wascally Wabbit

Warmer weather seems to be creeping its way in to the area. For the past two days I almost felt alive again while stepping foot outdoors without an army of hats, gloves, and coats. The warm air reminded me of a special holiday quickly approaching... Easter! Next to Christmas, I must say I tremendously enjoy this prelude to spring holiday. What better way to gear up for bunnies, chicks, candy, and baskets than to have my very own Easter Babies photo shoot. Not that these are great quality work, but with the time we had getting the kiddos to cooperate, I'm surprised I even managed to squeak away with something to call "cute." I hope this little tribute to bunnies warms your heart like this beautiful day warmed my soul.

Am I supposed to hold this or eat it?

Bouncing Baby Bunny

Paper grass. A much safer alternative.

Bunny Love

Who needs chocolate bunnies when you can nibble on these two?

That wascally wabbit stole my carrot!

Did someone bite the corner of her ear off?

"Thumb Bunny"

A 1st grab of hair. Poor Delilah lost a fist full.

Stealing kisses between shots.

The little guy on the left is going to be in my Easter basket this year ;)

Bunny Beauty

Ok, I'll cooperate for this picture since that redheaded rabbit who steals my stuff isn't in it.

Did I mention warmer weather? Yea, well that means its time for parks and playgrounds!

This shirt was written for him. There was this little girl about Shawn's age at the playground today. She was heading to the top of the slide where Shawn was waiting for her. Shawn puts his little hand on her hair and looks at her adoringly, "Such a cutie!" he says. Then, the perfect gentleman lets her go down the slide first. "You go first", he kept telling her. Ladies, he's going to be one big catch someday!

These two... Liz and I are in trouble!

Shawn's 1st big boy swing!

And Landon's 1st swing!

Our beautifully warm day :)

After a long hard day... and Daddy tickling him silly... poor baby fell asleep to Dora the Explorer.

Shawn Funnies

Having a two year old has its fair share of challenges, don't get me wrong. But having a two year old is like having your own personal comedian at your disposal 24/7.

The Famous Shawn Funnies:

Courtesy is virtue that Jon and I are constantly working at "installing" in Shawn. (Yes, installing, like software hehe.) Pleases and Thank Yous are a must in the Rawlings household. Shawn, as said earlier, is two. His speech is less than perfect. Please has been "Bee" and "Peas" for months now and is finally at an audible "Please." The Thank Yous are another story. Picture this: My mother in law and I are in Target. Shawn decides to shout his version of Thank You for whatever miscellaneous reason. Shawn pronounces Thank You as the Big Giant F-Bomb. Yes, it comes out clear as day: F&*$ You. Not cool when you are a mom who constantly has to correct him and tell him its pronounced "THANK You" in front of strangers.

Target must be a place for funnies because tonight as we enter the store and head for the dollar isle Shawn lets a big ol' tooter rip right in front of quite a few people. Now, in the Rawlings household the terms for flatulence are either "toot, tooter, boom, or boomer." After the not so graceful maneuver of laughing at his own stink, I ask Shawn "What do you say, Mister!" Shawn, in a less than shouting voice, states "I Farted!"
Umm, no. Its called an "Excuse Me."

A few snapshots of two boys who did not want their picture taken by a mom in a HUGE hurry.

Its a "Mom" thing. (The whole dressing a like.) ;)

The Unscratchable Itch

The itch has been scratched. Well, most of the itch. Ok, maybe just the surface of the itch. But there definitely was some scratching done. My old Canon friend has gone into earlier retirement as the newest upgrade has arrived. May I proudly present to you works from my new hard & black besties... Mr. 50D paired with Mrs. L Series. (Like I said, just the surface of the want list!)

All joking aside. With a little luck, loads of determination, and a lot of hard work this dream is working its way into a beautiful reality. Here are a few... ok, tons... of test shots with the new gear.

The thumb still has a place secured in his mouth.

Monkey Man's Monkey Pile

Inquisitive to a capital "I"

This is one of my favs from the 1st day of try outs.

Tearsa, Tearsa, Tearsa. My beautiful, caring, and floofy sister (yes, she knows what floofy means) spent the entire weekend with her adoring nephews and amazingly talented older sister. (I can hear her laughing now!) What blog would be complete with out Aunt/Nephew picture-rama?

This blue horsey from Aunt T.T. tastes almost as good as I do!

Very obsessed with "Whinny"

Shawn, not wanting to corporate for picture time (nothing new there, right?) One day he will love the camera again ;)

The escape artist leaving his damage trail... poor Aunt Tearsa.

This little guy is going to be awfully sad in the a.m. when he realizes Aunt T.T. went home :(

Blue!

Caution: Do not try this at home. Flying objects ahead.

Down time with an amazing Aunt & friend.

Fred Flintstone feet. Yea, there is a reason his middle name is Fredrick!

He sure is my Little Hero... for Always.

Mommy said "Time Out!"... but she didn't specify where.

3 in a row.

Anyone who knows me well knows that i HATE feet. Adult feet that is. For me to actually take this picture took will power and strength that I never knew existed. Yuck!

Now that we've seen her feet, here is the amazingly wonderful... awesome beyond words... beauty radiating inside and out... my sister... Tearsa B.

Even though we didn't grow up together (long story) we act as if we were raised side by side. Blood runs deep here.

"I saw Shawn in this thing, so I had to try out the ol' blue box for myself."

Yea, these baby blues get me what I want... on a regular basis.

Ohhh MaMa... Oohhh MaMa. (Repeatedly)

What-chu lookin' at?

1st Yogurt (as fed by Aunt T.T.)

This has to have been the most amazing part of our weekend. Just before Tearsa heads for home she whips out the ol' horn. Shawn was fascinated! Watching the two of them interact like this was just a magical memory in the making. Not only was my camera in hand, but the camcorder as well.

Excellent teacher.

He even corrected his ombature for a brief moment to make a joyous sound.

Two Tone

Aunt Sallina, the bottle giver. Shawn was so enthralled by his youngest Aunt that he insisted she watch him PPOTP. (pee pee on the potty)

Gmaw Lori... a grandmother by name... love by us all.

Aunt Sallina's boots are made for walkin'

That concludes today's picture fest. It was an awesome weekend with some serious sister bonding time. Before they left a good ol' butt smacking session was in order. The 3 of us had to call a truce via handshake so no one got seriously hurt. Reliving tonight's "Three Sister" moment makes me question wanting a third kiddo... but not enough to change my mind ;)