Nailed it

Last month I said the only thing from my childhood that hasn't been brought back is the A-Team. Then I said, well, maybe they're working on the movie right now.
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I'm so good.

Can you hear me now?

The kids talk nonstop. On and on and on all day long. It's enough to make anyone go crazy. On Easter my dad asked how I put up with it all day. Well, I've come up with a perfect explanation. (And it only took me three days). It's just like talking to my mother-in-law. I nod like I'm listening and then throw an uh-uh in every once in awhile. I just have to be careful not to agree to ice cream for supper again.

Growing up too fast

Rion got Ben 10 Season One from the Easter Bunny. It's not my favorite thing he likes. In fact he is starting to like more and more things that I don't like. And he's not liking the preschool shows anymore. Today he told me hated Little Bill. Who hates Little Bill? I've been lucky in that the kids haven't really gotten into anything that I couldn't stand like Teletubbies or Barney. I guess it helps to have multiple cartoon channels. But that's all starting to change. I should start praying now that Cordelia will never ever be a Hannah Montana fan.

Did the Easter bunny come?

The day before Easter, the kids were complete animals. They were so wild. At bedtime they still wouldn't settle down. I kept telling them that the Easter Bunny wouldn't come if they didn't get to sleep. Finally they fell asleep. After hiding all the eggs, I put out their Easter baskets. Since the kids sometimes get up in the middle of the night, I put the baskets in the space between the recliner and couch. I could imagine them getting up at 2am, seeing the baskets and then running into my room so they could watch the new movies that were left in their baskets. Plus they would get into the candy and I really didn't want a kid on a sugar high at 2 in the morning. So I had the baskets kind of hidden and I was going to pull them out when I got up in the morning. Morning came. Fred came home from work and found me still in bed and Rion at the kitchen table. Rion was sitting there staring out into space. "The Easter Bunny didn't come," he said. "Are you sure," Fred asked. "Yes," Rion gloomily replied. Even though he probably didn't deserve treats from the Easter Bunny, I felt sorry for him. I wonder what he thought when he woke up and thought the Easter Bunny hadn't come at all.

Happy Easter

I just finished hiding an ice cream pail full of plastic Easter eggs. That should keep the boys busy for maybe five minutes tomorrow morning. Today we dyed our eggs so I still have to get up before the boys in the morning and hide those as well. Sometimes I wish I was still a kid. Ok, I think that a lot. Mainly when I'm at work. Or paying bills. But wouldn't it be great to wake up tomorrow morning and wholeheartedly believe the Easter Bunny was truly in my house and he hid all those eggs and left me a basket of goodies? I love the look on the boys' faces when they talk about the Easter Bunny or Santa. I wish I still could believe in something like that, but somewhere in our lives we lose the ability to believe there is any kind of magic like that in the world. I'm not looking forward to the day when they find out that there isn't a Santa or an Easter Bunny or a Tooth Fairy. There's just something special about the imagination and innocence of youth.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach

Usually I only work in the morning, but since I had MOPS this morning, I worked this afternoon. It's getting towards the end of the week so I'm tired and there's not much in the cupboards right now so I said I would just pick something up on the way home. When I got home, Torii was the first to greet me at the door. "McDonalds! I love you mommy." He then wrapped his arms around my leg and told me he loved me again.

What we have here is a failure to communicate

Last weekend I had to go to Walmart and get groceries. The boys were whining because they didn't want to go. Heck, I didn't want to go either. Rion kept asking if I had to get a lot. "Don't get a lot," he kept saying. When we got to Walmart we found an unexpected surprise. The Easter bunny was there. The boys sat with the Easter bunny and then we could pick up the picture in an hour. I thought that was great because grocery shopping with the kids took at the very least an hour. Towards the end of the shopping trip I was tired, the kids were driving me crazy and I just wanted to get home. Later, Fred said he had to go out so I asked him to pick up the picture, too. When Fred returned he showed me the picture of the boys. It was so cute. It was one of the rare times both were smiling and looking at the camera. Then he showed me the second picture. What a cute little girl, all dressed in pink. "This is our daughter isn't it," he asked. "No, it's not," I replied. I failed to mention that while the boys visited the Easter bunny, Cordelia was asleep in her car seat and never got her picture taken. Fred said he went through the stack of pictures multiple times looking for Cordelia's picture before deciding that one had to be it. To his credit the baby in the picture did look a lot like Cordelia.