As you might assume, I’m now nocturnal.
Except for the sleeping during the day thing. There’s none of that. Just up at night.
Maybe that’s a vampire?
Ohh…wait. Just Googled it. Even vampires rest in the day. (In coffins.)
I can tell I’m about to fall off a tangent-cliff about new moms being immortal if vampires are sleeping more than they are, but…I’m tired.
I do enjoy a little extra shut eye during Gus’s prayers lately. They’re the sweetest, most pure, thorough prayers, and if Roscoe doesn’t start whispering, “SAY AMEN!” I can lean back in my chair and get comfortable.
“Please bless my whooole entiiiiire family….and I’m…just thankful for lightbulbs. And pork chops. And baby sister. Today, I saw a military helicopter! OH MY GOSH. (Pause.) I want to see another military helicopter. Please bless my whooooole entiiiire family. Please bless the neighbors to throw my ball back over the wall. We’re thankful for our food. Please bless us that—Roscoe! I saw you do that! You opened your eyes. I’ll start again. Heavenly Father, please bless my whooole entire family…”
Sometimes, I even have time to make a little Target list in my head.
We spent time focusing on the two C’s this weekend: Christ, and Cadbury Eggs.
While I receive criticism, I’m a Cadbury Crème Egg devotee. Cadbury Mini Egg fans seem to be under the impression that they have a more refined palate than I, or that the crème “yolk” is, and I quote, “nasty,” but they’re wrong. Does the spelling of “crème” tell you nothing about the lavish delicacy that this 2/$1.00 egg of Easter elegance is?!
I found these cookies and had to try them. I also notified friends of their existence! Well, okay, one friend. I only know one person that likes Crème Eggs. Should I call you out, Tiffany?
They were disgusting (obviously).
Judging by the number of packages towering on the store display, I was the only person that thought they might not be.
Got me there, Cadbury Mini Egg people.
My boys and I enjoyed a friend’s cute Easter Egg hunt! She stuffed eggs with little toys, and my boys played with them all week.
We decorated Easter eggs on Saturday while Gus was sick. If you have more than one child, you know the waiting game…juuuust waiting for the next child to share germs. Like clockwork, Roscoe woke up sick Easter morning. Luckily, they were both distracted with their Easter baskets, so we lounged the rest of the day.
Because of the little bug going around my house, I bust out the Lysol wipes and semi-quarantined Shayne.
And made her into a bunny.
Brian laughed and said he would have no part in it, but in the end, ALL the boys and I cracked up playing with her bunny ears our fun friend Wendy gave her. Do you see the little bunny tail on the tutu?! Ahh! We kind of fall all over “baby sister;” even Gus and Roscoe baby talk to her. That need to squeeze her was substantially increased by the bunny ears and tail.
Hopefully, we sleep well tonight after I’ve pep-talked my children about tomorrow: hitting the grocery store early to get the Easter candy half off.
You know how those Crème Eggs fly off the shelves.