what you do on Easter while banana bread is in the oven.

Isaiah's hair blowing up over the top of his hood, his pants slowly becoming too short for his growing legs, his eyes on the place on the bridge where he'll be brave enough to jump.

Julian's constant serious look, trademark turned in feet and one little curl on his forehead.

Isaiah proudly looking on as his brother goes down the big slide on his own. Julian hating the sand, sporting his mismatched socks. 

Isaiah waiting patiently at the end of the slide for his brother, shoes on the wrong feet. Small, sweet hands gripping the side of the slide.

Finally something the boys can climb on their own. Aunt Answer with a helping hand incase Julian's tired little legs needs a little boost. He's climbed up this thing at least 10 times.

Isaiah making sure mommy is watching. A Julian photo bomb.

Julian's hands in his pockets, holding the Easter eggs a nice lady gave him at the park. He's watching daddy ride his bike over to us. Eyes are always on daddy.

Isaiah's first trip down the slide on the cool Easter evening. (While daddy watches on.) In a rare moment, he looks a lot more like daddy than mommy. 

My favorite. 

This was our Easter evening, a short 40 minute trip to the park across the street from our house. We were home just in time to take the banana bread out of the oven and open the Easter eggs a nice mom in the park gave us (as we walked in on an Easter egg hunt in progress). 

Not all photos a composed perfectly or in focus. Sometimes I get caught up in the photographic details that I forget about the subjects. The reason I take these photos is to remember, to be able to look back on fondly when these boys are taller than me. The little gestures, the facial expressions, the small quirks of each photo really mean so much to me. 

As a mom, as the photographer for our family most days, as a blogger, I tend to want the perfect photo. The photo of my kids smiling or wearing cute outfits without stains, pant legs that aren't too short, shoes on the right feet. But it's not really an accurate portrayal of our days, which are rarely picture perfect. 

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