I won't type much. The pictures speak for themselves. This Easter, we loaded up the Jeep and headed down to Orange Beach, Ala., to Ace's mom's house for Easter baskets, beach trips, and shopping. In the old days, we'd throw a few things in one bag an hour or so before we left and hotfoot it down the road.
No more. You'd have thought we were moving, not spending three days at grandma's.
When we arrived at 11 p.m. Thursday, Ty had Billy's first Easter basket laid out, with clothes, swim trunks, and funny toys. She also had beer and pizza for us. She knows what we like. She was so happy to see her littlest boy:
Unlike last Easter weekend, during which we froze, it was actually warm enough to go to the beach. Billy loved it.
He looked around, took it all in, felt the sand in his fingers, and then promptly started to eat it. Of course. He had sandy poop for two days.
Check out the You Tube channel soon--against my fears of the post-baby body hitting the internet, I'll be posting a video of his first touch of the ocean, too. He liked it. I was cold.
He actually looks more like me--the Moore side--every day. But his body, ears, and cheeks are still totally Ace.
We're pretty proud.
As he gets older, I'm mulling new childcare solutions. What did you do? Have any insights to share?

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