May we present, the Haymond Guide to Stretching. Our models for today: Amelie and Daddy.

First, the calf stretch.

Now for the quads.

Onto the hamstrings (and various other muscles).

I know this stretches something...

The butterfly stretch.

And finally, some other leg stretch.

I have to say, I love that we have Spontaneous Daddy-Daughter Stretching Sessions in our home 🙂

We had a really nice Easter weekend. Watched General Conference, spent time with family, and, of course, had a visit from the Easter Rabbit. Who could ask for more?

He wanted to get as close as he could to President Monson. Don't worry--I pulled him back a ways.

We had a fun time at our community egg hunt. We all brought eggs to hide, each child got to find a certain number of eggs, and then those eggs (marked with a family's name) got traded in to their respective families for goodies.

Showing off her findings.

Dropping all his findings. Ah, well. Such is the life of an 18 month-old.

Calder is really into trucks right now. The sounds he makes with them are pretty entertaining, too.

All dressed up for Easter morning.

Sorry this is a bit blurry. It was too cute to pass up.

Just a beautiful holiday.

Every Wednesday, Amelie gets to go to dance class. And what a treat that is! She just loves it.

Giggling with her friends during stretching time.

Setting up for a pretend picnic.

When she’s not in dance class, here are some other things she’s been up to.

Drawing really sweet pictures of faces. She told me this one was a picture of the whole world.

Delighting in blowing bubbles in her milk.

"Smile, Sweetheart!"... "Whatever, Mom."

Every day I look at my baby and think, “When did she grow up?” I love how she says, “You’re sure welcome” in response to “Thank you,” how she makes up very long and complex songs about various animals that usually involve said animal checking their email, and how she is (sometimes) so tender with her baby brother. I have to get as many snuggles in now before she’s all grown up.

During the day, poor Calder is outnumbered 2:1. He’s surrounded by fancy princess dance stuff and a sister who is very feminine. So, what’s a boy to do? Join in, of course!

"What?! C'mon, don't tell me you don't love this necklace!"

"What about these? I think they really complement the football outfit."

"And this? What do you think of this?"

"Well, fine then. I guess I'll just hang out here in this corner with my blankie."

Disclaimer: He asked to wear the dress, okay?

Second disclaimer: His favorite toys are trucks and cars. It’s all about balance, right?

This sweet boy is now 18 months old! A fact that astonishes me. This is such a fun age and I am loving spending my days with him.