White House Easter Egg Roll

A Few Facts About Hunting for Eggs at the White House:
1. You're much more self-conscious about hunting for eggs when a secret service agent is watching you.
2. Basically everything is more interesting to an 11-month-old than hunting for eggs--particularly if it involves a nibble on the White House lawn. Or petting an alligator (but who can blame him for that--the alligator had been on Regis and Kelly the day before).
3. When it's all over, you're stuck with a commemorative George Bush bookmark that you don't know what to do with. Anyone looking for an effigy?

Easter

The Easter Bunny made it to the Patton's.

Two balls? For me? What wealth!

Temporary Insanity

On Friday night, a few friends and I (and about 1500 other people) went temporarily insane and decided to sleep out in front of the White House to get tickets to the annual White House Easter Egg Roll. Though we didn't get a lot of sleep, we did manage to put up a tent in the dark, talk to a number of grumpy park rangers, wear four shirts and four pairs of pants all at the same time, AND get tickets to the Easter egg hunt!

I did feel a little bit lame that my first sleep-out-on-White-House-lawn experience did not involve protesting of any kind. I should have made a poster:

Bush--Get Us Out of Iraq NOW!
(But, in the meantime, can I please come to your super cool Easter party?)

Museum of Natural History

Elliot's Uncle Kyle was on spring break this week and came to visit us for the weekend. We had lot of fun, though Elliot was a little less than thrilled whenever we tried to leave him in a room alone with Kyle (apparently he heard the rumor about Kyle being a barbarian). Here are a couple of pictures from our trip to the Natural History museum.

Elliot enjoying the bug exhibit.

Kyle and Elliot

Elliot Walked!

Elliot took his first steps last Saturday! He still has a long way to go before he'll be toddling around, but he's getting braver every day.

First Haircut

All's well that ends well.

Sick

As you may have noticed I haven't posted much over the past couple of weeks. I'll be honest--we haven't exactly been ready for our glamour shots around our house lately. Elliot generally has two thick, cloudy rivers of mucus running out of each nostril (see below). And, as a result of accidentally consuming some pears that were hiding in an innocuous-looking fruit cocktail, I have a scaly, itchy, painful rash all over my face. I'm considering investing in a bell to hang around my neck--anyone have a recommendation about where I could get one on the cheap?

The Zoo

A couple of weekends ago we went to the zoo and I never got around to posting the photos. Here they are:

Elliot: "Pygmie Hippo, Shimgmie Hippo."

Fake animals, however, are apparently fascinating.