This is a little late in coming, but this was my 5th, and most likely last, year volunteering for the White House Easter Egg Roll. This year I convinced a friend to do it with me. She was a good sport and probably had more fun than I did. Not that I didn't have fun. I did. But I was tired. So very tired. (I think I only had 3-4 hours of sleep the night before thanks to a certain little boy). Tired, hungry and hot. And those three things do not a happy Brittany make and I may have slacked off a bit in my responsibilities and instead decided to join Lindsay in her's. I'm glad I did because I got to see/do a bunch of cool things I wouldn't have otherwise, including hanging out with Sasha and Malia, being within touching distance of Mrs. Obama who thanked us as she walked by, and also brushing shoulders with Reese Witherspoon (who looked just like she does on TV only smaller, much much smaller). Oh, and we can't forget Justin Bieber. Beiber? I had no idea who he was until that day. I had to endure three of his concerts and now I find his songs running through my head every so often at random times of the day. Anyway . . . Here Lindsay and I are. We weren't supposed to take pictures since we were volunteering, but I figured if I got kicked out it was okay since I probably wasn't going to be coming back anyway.

In other April news, our house is officially up for sale. I'm getting nervous. Very, very nervous. It is not a good time to sell. It is, however, an awesome time to buy, so why more students moving here aren't buying is beyond me. When someone does finally decide to buy our home, they will make a killing off of us. If anyone is moving to Richmond, knows of anyone moving to Richmond, or already lives in Richmond and hates where they live (or just wants to make a good investment), isn't this townhouse just adorable? Come on, it could be yours!

What's also adorable is this little guy right here . . . his smiles get me every time! He is almost five months old. Where has the time gone? What happened to my little baby? He seems more toddler-like these days than an infant.

Here's his more serious, yet still happy, look. There are definitely days when he looks just like his dad and other days where he looks more like my family. He's finally growing some hair back, now if we could just get him a little sun (his "tan" disappeared around two months old. I now no longer get asked if his father is Mediterranean) . . .