First thing

What is the first thing you think when you wake up in the morning?  Although I have no idea what my kids think, I can only assume their stream of consciousness is telling.  Austin, for instance, stumbles down the stairs and immediately requests warm milk and and Curious George. (Yes – my three, going on four year-old, still drinks warm milk in the mornings and before bed.  Not hot milk, not cold milk, but milk warmed to exactly 88 degrees.  Not at all pampered). 

                 At least he is willing to share plastic eggs with his brother – ones that have no doubt been purged of their goodies, but nonetheless…

Wes – on the other hand, is my kind of guy.  He chills in his crib for a while, babbling to himself, singing his abstract version of the ABC song, and dismantling his sleep sheep.  Then, he begins to to chuck everything inside his crib out, decorating the floor.  At this point I normally head up to fetch him, and he utters his first word of the day.  It used to be “Mamma.”  Wasn’t that sweet.  These days…his greeting word is “Eat.”  “Eat,” “Eat,” “Eat.”  He pats his tummy when he says it, and it is darn adorable.

cute photo, right?  Cropping is a girl’s best friend.  Zoom out and you get this:

    The kid has food on the brain.  Really, both of them do.  Not sure if we’ve cultivated these monsters or if it just in their chemistry, but we totally have the kids who hover over the candy table at birthday parties, shoveling in the M&M’s like the world may end tomorrow.

 

7 of my grandma’s 12 great-grandsons.  Notice Austin is eating, and while Wes is giving eggs the “shake test” to determine if they are worth the effort of opening.  He struggled to open the eggs, but quickly found out he could extract the goodies quickly by chucking them on the ground and stomping on them.  Industrious.

Mid jelly-bean chew.  At least for me, his face captures perfectly the feeling of chewy candy…

What can we say.  Food brings us joy.  As do Easter Sweater Vests.

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