A camera at last!

Thanks to my daddy, we have a wonderful hand-me-down Nikon Coolpix at our disposal until our insurance settles and we're able to get another camera of our own. Thank goodness! Now that I'm not at Michelle's mercy for photos, the pics on my blog won't all be magazine worthy, but we're grateful to be able to document fun moments on our own.

We had a fantastic Easter weekend, attending a humongous (1000 to 1500 people) Easter egg hunt put on by Elaine's company on Saturday morning in the rain. The beautiful thing about little children is that they don't care if they get the coolest prizes or the most treats, they're just happy with a few eggs and a sugar rush. We got home, pants soaked to our knees, happy to defrost and inhale sugary treats.

Greg stayed home with Porter, so on the way home Ethan was considering what goodies to share with his daddy. "When we get home, I'm going to give daddy the popcorn egg because I think if I have a taste it definitely won't be good for me . . . It would turn me into an olive! (I laugh out loud) Or maybe a cucumber!"

On another note, Ethan has always loved to "work out" with me. He loves to lift my light dumbbells, do his version of sit-ups on my mats, and always has a new trick he "learned in preschool" to keep his body strong and healthy. Friday was the day he discovered that he wants to be a personal fitness trainer when he grows up. He spread a blanket and mat on the floor and proceeded to give Lincoln a tutorial on the correct way to do sit-ups and other exercises. Lincoln was a semi-attentive student, but Ethan didn't care. Just having an excuse to exercise kept him happy for a long time. I wish I enjoyed it as much as he did . . .