Easter weekend

It was a fabulous Easter weekend-- how about some evidence?

Let us glean what we can from the above picture:

1) My nephew Timmy was in town!! And look, he's all but grown up now! So sad. Not so sad? That he recognizes me and says "Eggh-kuh" now. Oh and also he's super fun instead of just being a precious lump of baby. :) Major win in my book!

2) It was finally warm and sunny!! And I wore shorts!! My apologies to everyone whose eyes were assaulted by my vampire-ish legs. 

On semi-related-to-Timmy news, during the day on Friday Matt and I went on a nice long walk to our downtown library to return/check out books. We spent some time on the walk home hanging out with some cows (aka Lola's 'cousins') in a pasture by our house. The cows came really close to us (even the SUPER CUTE BABY COWS WEEEEE!!!!!) and I took lots of pictures. Once we got to the parents' house and were hanging out with Timmy, I made the mistake of showing him the cow pictures on my phone.

He spent the rest of the weekend demanding "EGG-KUGH!!! Cow! MOOOOOOOOOO! MOOOOO! iPad!! (all technology is referred to as an iPad) MOOOOOO!!"  as he frantically did a full-body pat-down to strip my phone from me. Once I gave him the phone, cued to cow pictures, he would basically lose his mind with moo-ing and other general cow-excitement. It was precious and awesome. I offered to text Amy the pictures of cows so that she could provide Timmy with cow fun at any time, but for some reason she didn't want to take me up on it. ???? Who can understand moms.

While the weather on Friday and Saturday was sunny and gorgeous, Easter didn't dawn so gloriously. Oh well, though. The Easter dress was a done deal, not like I could make any last-minute wardrobe changes to accommodate chilly-cloudy-rainy weather. Although it never got to be sunny and warm, at least it wasn't too cold, so I didn't suffer too much. (PS. Isn't it awesome and ironic that I complain about 'suffering' on Easter due to my shoe and wardrobe choices? Apparently I miss the point of Easter.)

Yes, we coordinate. No, it's not an accident. Apparently we've developed quite the reputation around our church for our predictability when it comes to matching our clothes. It's okay with me. And Matt. He initiates the coordination at least 50% of the time, so it's not like I'm brow-beating him into something he doesn't wanna do. Our personal philosophy about why it's important for us to match is that often we don't get to sit together during church because I sing on the worship team, so Matt's alone. So we use VISUAL CUES so that any strange females who may be visiting and see Matt sitting alone will know that he is PART OF A PAIR and not available for flirting with during worship. Not that that's ever happened, but one can never be too careful. I'd hate to have to throw down my mike and rush out to deck a ho during worship. Awwwkward. 

My SIL Jessica also believes in coordinating with her husband (Matt's brother) Steve. And then since we all four ended up being sorta matchy, it was only natural to take some post-church pictures. Unfortunately, Amy (mother of the famous Timmy) had already changed out of her dress and refused to put it back on for pictures...but we forced her to take pictures anyway. I love my sister-in-laws. On Saturday night we went and saw Argo together. It was really funny (to us) that the three girls went to watch a war(ish) movie while the boys stayed home and watched the baby and TV. Ha. Anyway, I really liked Argo, even though I'm pretty sure it aged me about 12 years.

I think that's enough pictures for now. Altogether it was a great weekend...lots of food, sun, family time, and cow pictures. And today the high is 75 and I have big plans for a nice walk downtown during my lunch break, so...yeah. Happy Monday-April-Fools-Day! (Otherwise known as a day on which I shall avoid Facebook because I do not happen to find fake pregnancy announcements to be hilarious whatsoever.)