Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.

Did you say it in that voice? The rumbly monster truck coming to your local arena voice? I did.

In no particular order, I give you the Gettysburg Family Experience.

Let's kick things off with some baby toes, shall we? They're bears? They're dogs? I don't know. I do know this suit was originally Atlee's and each child gets stuffed into it so that I can nibble on those little critters.


In other news, Gettysburg area residents should be cautious. Our bathroom was apparently tagged with graffiti some time on Saturday. The vandal used Greeley's Easter present-bathtub crayons. (2 T's on Hott because I'm so trendy. Er, the vandal is so trendy. If trendy is what was cool three years ago.)

The girls and I needed to make some gifts Sunday morning. So, we got busy. Newspaper, paints? It must be time for pig painting! Woo hoo!

Rats. Atlee's eyes are closed. Let's try that again.


Oh, nevermind. Her eyes are always closed in these pictures. That's how you know you're looking at a candid shot, and not a staged picture. Keepin' it real just for you. Do you feel the love?


And here are the pigs. Wait, wait, wait. If you are my DooceCommunity Culture Exchange partner (CrisLawson, you know who you are.) stop reading now.

Is she gone? So, the pig on the left is for Ava, my younger sister's daughter. Greeley painted it. The pig in the middle I painted for my Dooce PenPal. And the pig on the right, Atlee painted for our neighbor across the street's soon to be baby.

Is Cris still gone? Whew. I also baked cookies. Some for her and some to bring on our picnic to my sister's house.


It's OK Cris. You can come back now. What was Emerson up to all this time? While most of you are probably guessing eating, you'd be mistaken. He was actually napping. Napping al fresco in his swing.


Rich watched to see if he could pick up any tips on the proper way to take a nap. Emerson is a napping professional after all.

Atlee harvested some dandelions to bring to neighbor Angela along with the piggy bank. Anybody else give up trying to explain to their kids that not everybody thinks dandelions are the most beautiful flowers in the world?

Onto the picnic. Jamie lives about half an hour away- and yesterday was a beautiful day for the drive. I may have to visit her more often too. The Gettysburg Family has recently stopped shopping at Wal-Mart for a few different reasons. (Although, I'm sure Google will feel the need to plop an ad for Wal-Mart on my page now.) Jamie lives just blocks from the nearest Target!! Visit sister- shop at Target. Doesn't that sound like an awesome day?

Forgive me, I tangent. I tangent easily. We brought cookies in our picnic basket. Any good picnic needs a picnic basket.


And a Disney Princess sheet to rest upon.


Here's Jamie with Ava. Look at those cheeks! On Ava. Not Jamie. Ignore Shea with an open mouth full of Cheez-Its in the background. Perhaps I could make money off product placement in the blog? Cheez-It representative- contact me.


And here's where Rich demonstrated how well he learned Emerson's napping techniques.

And the no new posts until we reach ten comments rule? It's a keeper.