I'm not feeling the best today--I'm having some strange pains and needing to take it easy (well as easy as I can with a 2-year old and 2 1-year olds). When we came downstairs the kids found their bags with goodies (we had some of their candy from yesterday and their presents from Grandma Fairlie in them). The kids of course started chowing away at the candy.
G1--he did not want to take time away from eating the candy to have his picture taken
G2
G3
G2 after Mommy said "No more candy!"
G2 being goofy
G1 also being goofy
G3 and Daddy
G3 and Daddy
G1 and G3
G2 and Daddy
G2 and Daddy
G1 and Daddy
G1 and Daddy (Matt was being such a good sport. He let G1 take a ride even though he was clearly too big for it and Matt was struggling--just a little though.)
G1 and G2
I never want to hear Matt tell me he can't cook again. Around lunch time I asked him if he had figured out what he was feeding the kids. He said "Yes, whatever you fix." I told him "Nope" not going to happen. I needed to be laying down because of being in pain. So he got to looking for something to cook. He did a pretty good job too. G1 told him that it tasted good. :-)
He even told me that he would take over cooking if I would give him recipes and help him figure out what he's doing. I said that's fine--I won't even mind doing the dishes (as much) if he is willing to help cook. Tomorrow I will *hopefully* be teaching him how to make lasagna or manicotti (whichever he decides he wants more).
Here is the proof that he did the cooking (just in case he tries to deny it!):

Here is a video of G2 being goofy and then Daddy swinging the kids in the toy bin. G3 is first and then G2, then of course G1 (but I know you could have figured that out on your own).

Easter morning 3/23/08