Easter Means...

Our Family Home Evening lesson this week was on Easter. The boys are very excited for all the festivities (a.k.a. candy), but I wanted to remind them what Easter is really about. We talked about the story of Jesus' death and resurrection. Isaac was very interested in all the details. Then I gave the boys "Easter eggs" and told them to draw what Easter means to them. I was amazed at what Isaac did.

Here's what his paper looked like:

Cute, right?
Then I asked him to tell me what he drew...

And here's what he told me:

He could retell the story perfectly....he knew every detail.
I love to see his sweet faith growing.
I love being his mom.

Lil' Slugger

I can't believe that my little Isaac is big enough for t-ball,

but he is! He is doing great and seems to really like it.
I LOVE watching him out there...it is seriously cute.

Here are some pictures from his first game.He was so proud of his new uniform.

Our buddy, Sara, surprised Isaac at his first game.
He was thrilled that she came to watch him.
(Thanks, Sar!)

Getting ready to play
(I love his stance here...he is all business.) :)

Here's the adorable little outfielder.

It was very hot and sunny.
Good thing I brought along Trevor's "gun-sasses."

I thought this was so funny...
Here are all the kids, waiting to bat.
Obviously they was not very nervous.

Isaac's turn to hit

Running to first base

Here's the "it's-too-dang-hot-to-be-standing-out-here" pose.
(In his defense...it was already in the high 90s that day.)

And here he is with his #1 fan! :)

Daddy's Boys

My boys LOVE their Daddy. Given the choice between Mom or Dad...there's no question who they would choose. Sometimes it makes me a little sad, but I can't really blame them. Derek is my favorite person to be with, too. :)

Last night, we were trying to get the boys to bed and they both picked Daddy to sing bedtime songs. So I said my "I love you"-s and left (probably with my head hung down a little). Next thing I know, Isaac is right behind me, giving me a big hug. He looked me in the eyes and very seriously said, "Mom, I love you when I'm mad at you. And I love you when I punch you in the stomach. And I even love you when I don't pick you."

While the wording was a little harsh (for the record...he's never punched me in the stomach), I totally got what he was trying to tell me. No matter how much they love their Daddy, or how many times I'm picked last, I am still their mommy. And I'll take it. :)