When coming home from Waconia the other night Owen was asking for something from the backseat. I said, "No," to which he replied, "Pllllllleeeeeeeeeeease" He sure knows how to get what he wants! Of course with that sweet little plea I gave in.
Last night Chase got a big ol splinter in his foot. It was a very big deal. He couldn't take a bath, he wouldn't walk on it, needed Daddy, etc. When I finally figured out he had the splinter he was freaked out. Jeff had to hold him while I tried to hold his little foot still. He was thrashing and kicking and screaming like we were cutting off his leg. It came out very easily, thank goodness. Through the thrashing it was interesting to watch Owen. He seemed almost at tormented as Chase and began to cry when Chase was crying.
The boys like to wear their backpacks while running around the yard. Here are a couple pics of them around Easter.
Chase is not much bigger than the backpack.
He's getting ready to run!
Owen is running up the hill wondering where Chase is.





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