Then we headed waaaaaay across town (2 miles) to Nana & Papa K's house for more Easter egg hunting, sugary treats, and Easter dinner. It should be noted that Beckham thought that everything that was inside the eggs was edible, including this rubber fish. He would "taste" everything after smashing the egg on the ground.
It was roughly 3:45pm-ish when the little man could take no more, and Aunt Aubz and Dino (otherwise known as Danielle if you don't understand garbled 2-year-old English) took him on a walk to put him out. (Forgot the pack-n-play! Doh!)
After a brief reprieve and a couple matches of cornhole, we went home so that the men could do manly things for the rest of evening. Fortunately, their manly activities involved only cutting the grass in unison and not beer and women.
And sadly, last night was the last time Becks would get to play in his supersize sandbox. As of lunchtime, it was no more :(
Have a mouse-free Monday!