A little breakfast, a little reading

My breakfast this morning. Yum.

I didn’t make it. It came out of that box back there. Even more yum. When I was a kid and we would go to the mall, my mom would buy two Cinnabon cinnamon rolls and she’d cut them in half and that’d be our share. When I was in high school/ college my brother and I would each buy our own roll and then cut out the middle, he’d take the middle and I’d take the two outer rings. Yum. Either way Cinnabon cinnamon rolls equal happiness to me.

I don’t count them as calories. That’d take the fun out of it.

I found the  Chunk reading in his brothers’ room this morning.

Of course he decided to start reading after he’d made a disaster of emptying bins out.

He’s brilliant already.

Let the heat wave begin…

Why hello there! It’s been a while. Too long.

I took some time off from the computer. I know I posted a few random posts, but I literally didn’t read a blog, or a web site, or “pin” anything in almost a month. And you know what? It was refreshing. And almost enlightening, when I realized just how much of my day is spent online. Granted its mostly 5 or 7 minutes here and there, but those itty bitty moments add up and I really got to spend every second with this guy.

He’s growing. Fast.

We spent the better part of our week last week like this in the afternoons.

I was watching him, and he was watching the big guys.

They were getting wet. With the good old fashioned sprinkler toys.

It’s gotten pretty hot around here lately.  Like hot hot. Thank goodness its supposed to cool down pretty soon, nothing like a little teaser for the summer weather. I think we have 7 weeks left of school. They can’t go fast enough.

Mr. Dunbar came home with baseball tickets compliments of his boss. Unfortunately they were for the Angels, but us Dunbar’s like baseball, and well, these were Diamond Club tickets, so we graciously accepted and had a good time at the baseball park.

There were four tickets and with Chunk sitting on my lap we were fine. Can you tell who will be absent when four tickets does not exactly fit us all anymore? Yours truly will be getting the boot.

I thought it was funny; the sippy cup in the cup holder, once upon a time it was a beer.

Mr. Dunbar bought a bad of roasted peanuts for the boys at the market. They were actually Dodger’s peanuts, so he poured them into a baggie before we left the house. The boys thought that was fantastic and kept saying that the bag smelled like “peanut butter.” Ha. Who knew?

Bogie was ready for any foul balls. Too bad none came our way.

And just so you can see how close we were. The players were very close.

Good times.

The Loot

Before any more time passes, I wanted to put up the pics from our Easter Sunday at my parent’s house. And to clear up any confusion, Papa and Grandma are the Easter Bunnies. There’s no secret over here that Grandma puts together the Easter baskets and Papa stuffs and hides the eggs. There is a real reason for Easter, the death and resurrection of Jesus and his defeat and that is our true celebration. Grandma and Papa put together the fun and games for the day and we love them for it.

As soon as we got there, the kids were hovering over the baskets. Thank goodness they know how to read their own names and went directly to their own basket. Beach towels, board shorts, goodies, and something special was the order of the day.

Chunk is a full on toddler these days, toddling everywhere he wants. And a bubble machine added to the fun.

A quick shot before the stampede.

Does anyone remember what is in the eggs?

Any guesses?

Dessert time. The only time they were all settled and quiet.

Answer: This basket of loot was filled with $$$$. Each egg had mostly quarters but those add up real quick.

I didn’t get any shots of the big kid game this year. My dad the “Game Maker Extraordinaire” had us answering questions, passing eggs, strategizing and competing. Uncle Mike stood in for one of my brothers and wowzers, did he ever make the game funny. We got the big prize and I’ve been playing with it ever since.  Even though after Mr. Dunbar set it up for me I couldn’t get past the opening screen. But I’m a pro now. And Dad, for the second part of the prize we want tickets to the next Freeway Series. Thanks!!!!