Poor Jackson, I didn't realize that his head was cranked back. Whoops!
Jackson, where are you?
I haven't started any traditions yet on finding the Easter basket or the eggs, so it was probably a lame Easter, but I figure that my boys are too little to care anyways, so I actually just sat them down on the couch and handed them their baskets. Peyton got some new Nerf balls (that don't hurt when he throws them at us), and a new puzzle, and Jackson got a rooster to chew on. I quickly put the Easter grass away so that Peyton wouldn't make a mess of it, and then we headed outside for an attempt to take a family picture with the tripod, then off to church we went.


