Why He's Hoarse, of Course

We had a lovely but quickity-quick Easter Sunday, thanks to the fact that I cram 25 of my 40 work hours into every weekend, most of them in the night. It doesn't leave a lot of time for holiday activities in the middle of day. Or maybe it just doesn't leave a lot time for me to sleep. Whatever.

Lucas had a lovely day dueling his Uncle Ben with their new light sabers. Like he really needed another one...one that makes action sounds and light displays and hurts like the dickens when it comes in contact with a finger or two. Lately all his days are spent reenacting looong battle scenes he's seen in the movies, and others he's made up on the go. By the time my son's head hits the pillow at night, he's talked himself hoarse...and that's no joke. I call to say goodnight from work and his little raspy voice answers and tells me, "Mommy? I love you a thousand. Here's Grandma." And I have to laugh...because even though he can't be bothered to linger on the phone with me for more than a second, it's because he can't shut off the Star Wars movie that's constantly running in his mind. I can hear him pick right up where he left off in the background, narrating as he goes and begging for his Grandma's attention.

I get these babycenter.com updates every week that offer up ideas of where your child might/should be developmentally for their age. I started getting them when I was pregnant. I lived for those updates and the pictures of how big your baby probably was on that day. I haven't ever figured out how to stop those updates...I'll probably still be receiving them when he's 18; This week's update: Your child is off to college! Today's email told me that in order for my son to become a good listener, I have to model that behavior for him. He needs my undivided attention when telling me something, so that he'll in turn model that behavior towards others. While I agree with that wholeheartedly, there's is no way on earth that I could stare into his eyes and listen intently to his words when they simply never stop. I can't figure out how to redirect him to a silent different activity. He is a man on mission and can not be deterred. I'm thinking kindergarten is going to be tough at first. I'd like to wish his teacher good luck.

Made My Day

I was driving to work yesterday, Easter Sunday, when I realized that the car ahead of me was my old Corolla. It took me minute to realize that the guy was pulling into the hospital where I work, and another minute to realize that he was rocking out to whatever he was listening to on the radio, and it made me So. Happy. I loved that car like it was a person, and even though I knew it was old and falling apart and not at all something I should pour money into fixing, it broke my heart a little to sell it. It was, after all, the car I brought my son home from the hospital in. It was filled with memories for me, of first trips to the doctors, dentists, haircuts and road trips. And I realize it's just a car, but I feel like only I knew all it's little quirks, and I wasn't at all sure that it's new owner would love it like I loved it...like it was a member of the family. So I consider the sighting my little Easter miracle...and although I probably got a bit disproportionately happy to see my old junker driving down the road, it did warm my heart to see the driver drumming out a beat on the steering wheel...so I know it's still loved.

The View From Three Feet

Happy Easter!

If you were wondering if my alarm went off this morning, it didn't. If you were wondering if I woke up in a timely fashion on my own, I did not. If you wondering if I broke a glass bottle at the convenience store that sells my favorite fountain soda in a GINORMOUS cup this morning, I did indeed. (I might never be able to show my face there ever again...and the only other store around here that sells fountain soda in cups that big doesn't have their mix quite right and it tastes funny...which, if you know me in person, is absolutely tragic.) Thank you for inquiring. My Easter is off to a stellar start. Luckily, all I had to do today was wake up, dress myself, and eat ham until my blue jeans felt too tight...and I did eventually do all three.

On to topics much more fun...Lucas and his camera. We shall be showcasing his work here on occasion, starting today. Some of the pictures might make sense to you and some may not...but he is choosing the picture that gets posted...so it's any one's guess. And now....drum roll please...the first installment of...The View From Three Feet.
Also...I got my butt kicked in Guitar Hero today, which was crushing to my ego. I might have been heard yelling "THE BABY JESUS DOESN'T LIKE A CHEATER, BEN!!!" to my poor brother, although, to be fair, it's not his fault he beat me just because he gets to practice all the time. Anyway...hope you are all having a lovely day and Happy Easter.

Fair Trade

What we have left for the Easter Bunny (from scratch, of course)...What the Easter Bunny will leave for us...(or Lucas, I should say, as I don't really need any more Disney Cars, ring pops or V. Smile games...thankyouverymuch.)

I think the Easter Bunny might be getting the short end of the stick, here...don't you?

Because the Easter Bunny Loves Gingerbread

(This is the face I get every time I ask him to smile...his chin triples in size and he starts to scowl, or maybe it's a squint? Either way, funny. Even funnier is that I seem to do the same thing. All my pictures usually come out with me squinting so hard my eyes disappear and my chin quadruples. Must be a family trait...lucky us.)

Awwww....

So...the Easter Bunny wasn't at the mall, but his little hippity hoppity house was all set up. When no one (everyone) was looking I pushed aside the black ropes and let him sit on the bench so I could grab a quick picture with my camera. Ever so much better than waiting in that miserable line full of miserable children and their grumpy parents! Hehe! Good enough!

Happy Easter!

I'm sure that Easter happens in the spring, but you'd just never know it by the snow flurries! We managed to squeeze in two egg hunts (with 84 eggs) in the back yard before it got too cold to stay outside. The Easter Bunny was kind enough to bring Lucas two baskets, one to Grandma's and one to his own house. He didn't seem at all suprised that the Easter Bunny would give him two baskets, because come on, why wouldn't he? When I left him at Grandma's house to come to work, he was running around in just a pull-up, a t-shirt, and his rosy red cheeks. I think he had a good day, I think he's going to crash hard when he finally goes down for nap!

The Thrill of the Hunt

Lucas and Lili braved the coooooooold weather today to join in the the City of Winooski's annual egg hunt. The crowd started running before the Hunt Official gave us the go, but luckily, we were near the head of the pack, so the kids did quite well!

We're Having an Eggscellent Time!

We dyed eggs today for the Easter Bunny...also our hands, the counter, a small spot on the kitchen floor and the aprons I thought to put on us at the last minute, but fun was had!

Happy Easter!