With Easter on the way, I've been reminiscing about how great it is to have small children in the house. I still make Easter baskets for my boys--I don't care how old they are!--but there's nothing like the faces of little ones when they discover the Easter Bunny has come. My son and his wife, who are expecting, have so much fun to look forward to.
Our boys always loved holiday celebrations and tradtions--still do--but our fourth son took it to a whole other level. We call him our "holiday boy." He was the one who was up at 1:30 a.m. on Christmas mornings (he's 23 now, but I think he just started sleeping in about 4 or 5 years ago!). He's the one who is astounded by his noisy, spark-making, T Rex-shaped gun in the photo on the bottom left, and whose mouth is stretched so wide in the one on the top right, it looks like it's got hinges--as if he's one of those snakes that can swallow a large animal. (His baby brother's no slouch himself; he looks like he could probably swallow a baby animal.)
These pictures just make us all smile, so we put them up on the fireplace mantle every Easter season.