In addition to her bunny-duties, she is also a butterfly who tends to her flowers.
She's the only butterfly I think is pretty and that I'm not ridiculously afraid of.
She also moonlights as Louis' partner in crime. Though, thankfully, she was not involved in The Easter Bunny Massacre. Two days before Easter, Jacob came home and discovered a dead bunny nestled under the last stair that leads into the living room. Inside the house. Jacob walked up and down the stairs - as I had been doing most of the day - before he noticed it and both of us initially mistook it for one of Louis' raggedy, chewed up toys (thanks to Grandma, he's received a few stuffed bunnies over the years). Easter was almost cancelled! Luckily, the Easter Bunny seemed to have hit everyone else's house before his ultimate demise at ours.
Louis being look-out.
They asked to have a picnic.
Patiently waiting his turn for a swipe at the peanut butter.
How Louis picnics: regally chewing on a stick.
Gave up on the peanut butter.
Durbin is my fellow sun-bather.
They also call him The Cleaner.
This one, too. It's often a race but in this instance, Durbin had more interest in staying on the couch.
Watching the world go by while contemplating life's mysteries.
Not one of life's mysteries: birthdays! This month Jacob met his 31st year. It was a low-key affair but we had a very nice day. His dad, sister, and Zoey's cousin's came to our house to just hang out and spend the day - that was all Jacob wanted. I made dinner and this, a Peanut Butter Pudding Fudge cake, in the Crock Pot no less. It turned out great. The only unfortunate part was that I forgot to buy candles so all we had was this number 3 that I forgot to put on Zoey's birthday cupcakes last year.
Jacob's dad made this awesome sign for our house with each of our names soon to follow. Of course everyone will have to wait until July to know the new little one's name.
Gettin' all nostalgic up in here with Jacob's old Etch-A-Sketch. She loves it and it has found a home with his View Master amongst her bevy of toys.
Getting even more nostalgic with her juice in a Sesame Street mug circa 1971 courtesy of Mer who used them (we have two) when she was little. I gave Zoey the juice and she said, "I want to drink my juice like coffee."
Nothing starts the Spring in Montana like freezing your butt off on Easter Sunday. With the sun shining brighter and longer, and things starting to bloom, those spring dresses are just too hard to resist.
We spent the day with Jacob's family, where the Easter Bunny survived his visit. (Apparently I've reached the fat-in-your-face portion of pregnancy.)
The Easter Bunny was generous.
Cadburry Creme egg - Libby knows where to head first.
Ready to go hunting for eggs the Easter Bunny may have left behind!
Trying to get a nice picture of Zoey, Layne, and Libby - especially right before an activity they're super-excited about - is like nailing Jello to a wall. But I think this is way better... :-)
Layne and Zoey on the egg-prowl. It was a very nice day but it was extremely windy, making this activity a little more exhausting than it should have been.
Layne and Libby.
Libby was the absolute cutest egg-hunter ever. Every time she found one she'd hold it up and say, "GOT IT!"
Zoey was just in the zone, snatching up every one she saw.
All three kids wound up with quite the haul. The eggs were filled with candy that we dumped in plastic bags to take home and has since taken a pretty serious hit by Jacob and I.
Afterward, the kids did an Easter craft the bunny had left in their basket - painting bird houses.
And then it was just the girls...
And then there was one...
Zoey's finished product.
Photographer Zoey (and her finger) taking a picture of the chubby bunny.
It's been your typical Spring so far - wet, sunny, and nice-ish weather - at least better than we got used to over the last several months. So of course it's been hard to stay indoors.
Louis could be on the cover of Dog Fancy proclaiming that age 10 is the new 5!
Warm weather means no pants and pretty shoes. Well, she pretty much sticks to that rule no matter what.