easter (and a million pictures)

i'm late on updated, as usual. easter this year was quite lovely. oliver is starting to get excited about events (disneyland, going to the park and beach, disneyland) with the aid of youtube videos (seriously--search 'easter egg hunts', disneyland, ocean, whatever if you want your kids to quickly learn about random things). our apartment complex is sort of awesome in that every holiday is a massive celebration, very little expense spared. we knew this would be tricky--we had spent the morning watching videos on how to hunt eggs, complete with our own preemptive easter egg hunt in our living room. he was ready.

too bad the volunteers were instructed to start at 10 on the dot, not a second sooner.

enter panic and dramatic meltdowns of about 25, 2-year olds.

we went outside and saw hundreds of eggs. and to add insult to injury, we had to trek through said eggs to get to the 3 and under section as oliver violently sobbed and sobbed screaming 'eeeggggggggggggggg' while simultaneously throwing himself onto the grass in the middle of the untouchables. poor kid.

{note the tear}

life moved on when he was able to get his eggs

(4 to be exact. naturally, we let him get 8. hey, ruby needed eggs, too).

uhh..and by 8 i meant 10. whoops.

*also, note the color discrimination? silly boy.

and no easter celebration is complete without a super-creepy easter bunny:

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easter morning started off with a poor attempt of us trying to 

have a serious discussion about the real point of the holiday

perhaps the path of peeps and eggs everywhere played a role in that...

(a pass-along card with Christ on it stashed in his basket counts makes up for our failings, right?)

anyway, all was right in the world again when he was able to have another hunt.

we told him to find more eggs, so off he went:

 the easter bunny brought him more matchbox cars.

who says having 2,108,432 matchcars is wrong?

(he loves those cheap things).

somebody that i used to know

i recently gave up eating ANY food after 7.
*devastated face*
sure, i've lost some barely any weight
but i miss it. sometimes.
or all the time.

gotye explains it much better than i.

*seriously--listen to the song while thinking about me
not eating any food after 7. it's like a horrible break-up.

life as a student

we're all poor.

it's no secret.

let me be honest; 

it can be incredibly unbelievably supremely 
annoying when that is all some people talk about. 

look.
 i get that you're poor

i'm poor too!

 (hey, in case you forgot i'm in the same STUDENT HOUSING as you).

oh, and hey--i also know that it is super lame.

i get it.

but let's be honest (again); i still 'find money' in my 'budget' to buy things.

in-and-out...

target clearance...

fabric...

because why? 

i would go insane without SOME sort of freedom.

plus, i have friends/family who keep having babies...

which means?

gifts!

sure, i could probably be better with our money 

...aka, less 'eating out' 

(i don't feel like it counts when you don't leave your car)

...less scooter-buying (more on that later)

...and less turkey legs at disneyland

(oh, yeah...and maybe less disneyland. 

PSH WHO AM I KIDDING THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN)

but, there are funny ways to talk about being poor,

like the other day i ran into a friend at costco

on april 2nd.

she had a box of diapers and she informed me,

"I have been putting pull ups on {name} for the last week--ones left over

from {older son}

because we had no money to get diapers--had to wait for the 1st of the month.

which we laughed over. 

because it was hilarious. 

because we have all been there.

(don't you love when student loans/grants/scholarships come in late??????)

so, let's all just bask in our awesome, student-life poorness

and have a common understanding that we are all in (pretty much the same) boat.

because, it will get better soon.

right??

*also, please note that we have plenty to live on and plenty to eat with and such. 

we just can't be taking any trips to europe.

or thailand.

or hawaii.

*let's also note that this is not about anyone specifically.
 because let's be honest (for a third time); the majority of people who read this are, in fact, fellow students.

photo booth with oliver

 oliver and i do lots of photo booth picture sessions

(nearly always his idea)

this time we managed to get one good one! 

the rest, not so lucky.

lick me, make a 'funeee face' (said with a darling lisp), and the 'say cheese!' face.

so much to catch up on, as always.

maybe next time!

pathetic.

i made dinner tonight (oven-baked french toast---(it was just a 'meh' for me...probably because it was supposed to sit overnight--i only had an hour)) and combined it with leftovers from LAST night (a delicious egg, biscuit, sausage, cheesy mess (i had(ve) 3 dozen eggs that go bad tomorrow which is why i've googled 'recipes that use a TON of eggs' about 25 times since yesterday).

ok, well like i said, the french toast portion was 'meh' but it certainly didn't stop me from eating three two disgustingly monstrous helpings. but the most pathetic part is this: when i re-heated my third second helping it was so.#&@*.hot. so hot that i had to use hot pads to get it out of the microwave. so i put it on the table to cool off.

and thats when the infusion of sausage and syrup overtook my body..
...and i took a mouthful (and by mouthful, i mean a fistful) of each entree.
at the same time.
(and let's be honest--it was so barbaric i may not have even used utensils)

the burning sensation was akin to the one you get when you take a swig of gas station hot chocolate (AKA HELL IN YOUR MOUTH). so i just swallowed it straight. burning all the way down to my belly. but apparently that wasn't enough. i did it AGAIN BECAUSE IT SMELLED SO GOOD. why do we do this to ourselves?? we know it's hot. it's literally singeing my nose hairs when i smell it but hey, i can try and cool it when it's already IN my mouth by exhaling out in really sharp breaths. you have all done it. you know exactly what i'm talking about.

and now? i can't taste anything at all.

pathetic.

here's the culprit

(but seriously, can you blame me? look at all those delicious delicious calories)

tralala tuesday

nothing special to report here.

except...

 i two pretty darling videos of the babies.

{so sorry it isn't more interesting}

first, ruby. 

in the video she is attempting to crawl and talk, 

though it's more like a wheel-barrel-type-booty move and drunken slurring.

it's so funny to us that ruby is 8 months and not crawling

{remember oliver crawling at 5.5 months?? you can watch here}

seriously NO complaints over here about her not crawling. 

i wanted her to be immobile for the next year.

sadly, no suck luck since tonight-a week later-she decided to start crawling forward 

(instead of her goofy backward stuff).

without further ado...

Untitled from Summer Mosman on Vimeo.

and oliver. that little terror. i love him.

a lot.

even when he throws his 2-year old, 40-pound self on the floor all the while screaming at the very tip-top of his lungs at {enter any store name} because i take my phone away.

 or pull his freaking binkie out of his mouth. 

{because let's be honest; he looks like a 4-year old. a 4-year old who still has a binkie}

"my phone! my beebee!"

sigh. i just wish the terrible twos would give me my oliver back.

anywho, the times where oliver isn't screaming like a banchee

he is reading books with his dad.

makes my heart melt every time i see how excited oliver gets for bedtime reading.

enjoy this long, albeit, sweet video of oliver reading!

Untitled from Summer Mosman on Vimeo.

last week in a smattering of pictures

{protesting picture-taking again by covering his ears)

 {sass-master giving me the 'tude}

 {oh, i'm sorry oliver--is my picture-taking ruining your 

mickey mouse watching? do forgive me, won't you?}

 {a 'hike' up topanga canyon}

{could my 2-year old look anymore like an adult here?!}

{my 3 most favorite peeps}

 {miss 'tude flipping the bird--catching a theme with her lately??)

 {oliver and his d#$@ mickey mouse. ruby being sassy yet again}

 {arm rolls and wig-ish hair. i love these two crazies}

sunbeams

i am a sunbeam teacher at church.

(aka i wrangle the 3-year olds)

here is reason 1,634,988 why i love it:

(i'll call this particular sweetheart 'd')

d: teacher summer, i love you and i love your stories.

and i think your dress is really pretty.

me: i love you, too, d. your dress is also really pretty.

and i think you are very smart, too.

d: thanks. i like your baby. she is a cutie-patootie.

(major emphasis on the 'tootie')

i have a baby brother and when he gets bigger

i'm going to take your baby because you

told us you have two, so you won't miss her when i take her.

i know, are you kidding me?

precious.

there is just something so sweet and wonderful about a 3-year old.

(except when they are awful. 

which rarely happens with my sunbeams because i am always

 prepared with an arsenal of snacks--mostly candy. 

i'm no dummy, people.)

ocd?

this boy and his cars.

he lines them up approximately 7,398 times a day.

all.over.the.house.

also, could his jeans be any cuter?

making schtuff

where have i been?

i been makin' stuff.

like this here canopy for my dear, sweet friend, emma,

 who recently had her second beautiful baby boy:

(she picked out the fabrics from here)

and then there are these two...

which began as this:

and this:

and ended like this:

*and this:

oh, you better believe waunita and i re-did my 

living room/dining room/kitchen areas.

ooooooh, yes we did. 

here is one more little sneaky-peak:

anyone remember the birdcage before?

and also, how cute is that mini-bunting?

*i'm sure all of you have seen variations of this lamp all over pinterest

 so i'm not going to link it. also, i didn't really follow it at all...

...being as though i used computer paper and not wax paper...

...and also didn't have a lamp shade...

...c'est la vie.