Fancy Clothes

Last week the boys got some "fancy clothes" for Easter, and I tell you, Max has been anticipating the wearing of the fancy clothes breathlessly. A couple of nights last week, Andrew didn't get home until bedtime, and when he went upstairs to kiss the boys good-night, Max would say "Dad, the day after the day after the day after tomorrow, I get to wear my fancy clothes!"

It took a little convincing to get Ben to agree to the fancy clothes; Andrew's prediction was that on Sunday, Max would be neatly put together with his clothes all just so, and Ben would look like the drunk guy at a wedding...tie crooked, shirt-tails hanging out...you get the picture. :) Although you can see in the pictures, neither one would tuck in his shirt. We play "old man" too often around here...tuck in shirt, hike pants up to armpits and laugh yourself silly...the only reason you'd actually tuck in your shirt would be to play a silly game, not to dress up!

Anyways, Sunday rolled around, and Max didn't even wear his jammies downstairs to check out his Easter basket. He came downstairs, already fully dressed. Here are some pics from later in the day at my parents' house. (They wouldn't stop making goofy faces.) (The boys, not my parents. ;) ) Hope you all had a great Easter too!