So here we are a week later and I am just now posting picture of our Easter Sunday. We managed to get our crew into a church; unfortunately, we only lasted through the songs and 5 minutes of the sermon. We normally go to Lakewood but I had this terrifying image in my head of Houston's entire population flooding into that building like a stampede of wildebeests so we opted aginst it. Our plan was to attend Second Baptist, but there was a horrible accident on the way so we exited the freeway and parked in the first holy parking lot we could find. It just so happened to be a place called Crosspoint Church. The boys were great while we were up singing, but as soon as the room fell semi-silent and the minister began to speak, they took it upon themselves to get the party started again with a loud string of dadadas and bababas and shrieks and yells. As we scanned the place, we noticed that one, there were NO other babies in the sanctuary, and two, that based on the stares, ours were clearly not welcome there. Apparently, at this church it is imperative that you leave your child in the nursery. I guess we were too late to get that memo. We politely escorted them out to the lobby where we were immediately met by a lady who read us our rights: you have the right to take those brats to the nursery, the lobby, or home. We chose home. She really wasn't rude about it, but I thought it was pretty funny. Hopefully we still got our Easter credit;)

I found a coupon for a free 8x10 portrait at The Picture People so since we had no plans for our last day of Spring Break, we decided to get crazy and get a professional picture of the boys for Easter. I must say I walked in there with very low expectations. I knew they wouldn't take the time and energy required to get a decent shot of them both smiling and making eye contact-especially considering the fact that we marched in there as ghetto and late as ever with our FREE coupon, snotty noses, missing shoes, dirty shirts, and a poopy diaper. I wish I were lying about at least one of those. Long story short, I was right. Not one picture showed both babies smiling and only one showed all four eyes focused on the camera. And STILL....I was in love! I don't know what it was. It was just so strange (and I guess refreshing) to see them through a stranger's eyes. If I had been by myself, I think I would have ordered every pose. Instead, we ooed and awed and packed up our little dirty family and our big free 8x10 and back home we went. And instead of ordering the CD with the printable photos, I took a picture of the picture. So cheap. Enjoy!

That big glare in the middle is not actually on the print-that's just what happens when you take a picture of a picture. Oh my God I can't stop looking at them!