Drippy Eggs--Part 2

As a little add-on to the last post, this is a pic of my new, beautiful niece, Aislynn, who has just completed her first month on the Outside (of the womb, that is). I think it's just no end of funny that the Easter Basket is bigger than she is. She's probably eyeballing all that chocolate and thinking "Just you wait, next year, I'll be all over you!"

Of course, her cousins Ian and Erin would be more than happy to help her right now with all her Easter Candy.
Upon seeing Aislynn's pictures, Ian's first response was a look of pity. Then he spoke up. "She doesn't want to be a baby. She wants to be big. She NEEDS to be big." Clearly, he's happy being 4. Erin just points and says "Baby!"

Drippy Eggs

Eastery Sunday was pouring rain and 40 degrees. We had to practically swim from the parking lot to the church. Ian and I had wet shoes and legs and Erin's face was buried into my shoulder trying to keep rain out of her eyes. It was not fun.
But I did have a chance to try to take some pictures.





For those who think it's completely necessary for kids to have their eyes open, I finally figured out how to turn off the flash. So there. At least some eyes are open.
We played Candy Land after our big Easter dinner of ham and asparagus, though Erin was only interested in the Hawaiian rolls. Erin got an Aqua Doodle and she loves it. This is a wonderful thing, since she has adorned almost every surface of the house with ink, crayon and/or colored pencil. Erin also got a coloring book, an Elmo movie and a book to read. Ian got a HotWheel, a Matchbox play scene and a book on Outer Space. There was a little candy involved and a small chocolate bunny, but we are overflowing with candy from the egg hunts we went to. These pictures have disappeared from the camera due to a mysterious removal of the battery (bad picture maybe?). Oh well.
Tonight we are having Hawaiian pizza with leftover ham. MMMmmmmmmm!!!!

Bunny Ears

Today was Easter Fun Day at school. Everyone had to bring 6 candy-filled eggs, their Easter Basket and a happy smile (due to the cancellation of naptime for holiday festivities). Ian complied. He returned home with an insane sugar high, a little crankiness (happy smile suspended after the end of cancelled naptime), and these cute little ears.

Immediately, the kids sat down to examine the loot and open those filled eggs. Daddy added a little bug juice in case Erin felt deprived at being too young to go to school.







What is that on Ian's shirt? It goes with the cock-eyed ears...










Awwwww, it's a little bunny tail!!! And it came off about 2 seconds after the picture was taken. "I don't wanna wear the tail anymore, okay? I frow it in the trash."




Meanwhile, someone else was more than happy to play with Ian's discards, candy included...

First Haircut

We've been sick a lot this past winter. Erin has been sick all except for about a week, and that's adding the days together. With all the runny noses and smearing and drool from teething and other messes, there have been a lot of unidentified masses in her hair, especially the part that gets in her face. We do a barrette or a pony tail almost every day, but at night, her hair gets in her face. It really aggravates her, and you can tell from all the impatient swipes to get it out of her eyes and accompanying huffs and noises. Gramma has suggested several times that we cut the poor thing's hair so she can get it out of her face.
After having to pry out a dried boogie last night and almost just cutting it out, I asked my HC again and he FINALLY gave the go ahead. He might change his mind after he sees it...


Ian said it looked beautiful. I say that it's really hard to cut a one year old's hair, especially around the face and ESPECIALLY when it's curly! It's growing on me. But she does remind me of a picture of my mom and her sisters when they were little mites. Now she looks more like Gramma than ever! Don't worry, I saved a little bit of curl for the Memory Box. Now I have to wonder, what am I going to do with all these barrettes??

A Windy Hunt

Today was the annual town Egg Hunt at the park. After a lot of restless pacing, waiting and nagging, it was finally time. We walked, because parking is usually crazy, at least for our town. We joined the crowd, complete with pit bulls on leashes (who, I'm sure, were looking at the crowds of children and thinking of snack time).
We got our goody bags and our pictures with the Easter Bunny (how many kids will have nightmares tonight??) and then waited at the starting line with the other mercenary parents and understandably ill-tempered children 4 and under who didn't get why they
had to stand and stare at the eggs for 10 minutes instead of snatching them up.
We were herded along the edges of the field. It was 2 minutes and counting. Then someone started a familiar dance. "I gotta PEE!" ??? He started to run off toward the fence. He was stopped by my HC. He told me to take him to the bathroom. The bathroom was a tiny mirage at the other end of the park. "But he'll miss the hunt," I protested. Ian squirmed and danced and held his pants. My HC crouched down and looked him in the eye. Erin bopped him on the head a few times ("Up up!"). "Ian," he said, "can you hold it?" Ian was faced with the inconceivable possibility of missing the hunt. Before he had time to answer,
the shout had sounded. The Hunt had started.

They had a great time and we got a lot of eggs, since we were at the end of the craziness (mostly parents).

Gramma and Papaw sent a little box to us and a taste of the steel drum concert (the island lollipops). They were a hit (and a dribble).

Monkey See

Monkey see, monkey do. Erin tried to do a Tarzan from the couch to the rocking horse and missed. She bopped her head on the horse's backside and now sports a matching lump on her head.

Happily, she is easily distracted whenever Uniqua comes on. She comes on a lot at our house. And yes, Gramma, she does bootyshake sometimes, but more so if someone starts it. (Who, me?) [And yes, I realize that look is saying "Get the scary woman away from me! Daddy, help!"]





Mostly though, once she gets in the mode, annoying people who are trying to get her to bootyshake no longer exist in her sphere.









Ian was happy to cheese for me and show that his boo-boo was fine. When i told him I wanted a pic to show everyone how it was getting better, he told me that "The boo-boo was a long time ago." As if anyone could be interested in a boo-boo that happened a long time ago (you know, yesterday)! But he suffered through it.


I am not feeling kindly disposed to the cold front that will hit us with snow tomorrow. All of my 4 o'clocks and morning glories are enjoying their last day. It's been rainy and chilly for the last several days, but it's still hard to believe that it's going to snow at the end of March. But that's my Southern talking.

Two Little Monkeys

Two little monkeys like to jump on my bed. Today (albeit at school), one fell down and bumped his head. "On the hallway," he told us when we picked him up from school. But with all head wounds, they call parents, so I was alarmed to get the call that he had fallen and hit his head. There was no blood, just a red mark and the crying had stopped. He wanted to go back to class (though he might not have been so quick to say that had he known that it was naptime). Did I want to come get him or send him back to class? It was only an hour until pick-up time. I told them to send him back to class.
Then when we picked him up, we saw it. It was not quite the little red bump that I had imagined. Sheesh!




When we got home, he was immediately coddled, kissed and plied with chocolate pudding, which is what is all over his mouth. As Papaw would concur, chocolate pudding can do wonders, especially for bumped heads. It's a bonus if you get to lick the pudding lid.

Meanwhile, Monkey #2 would not be happy until she was lounging about watching 'Neequa. Her favorite Backyardigan is the pink one with pink polka dots and her name is Uniqua. With Ian it was Veggie Tales. With Erin it is always Backyardigans. Sigh. It could be so much worse, I know! It could be something completely obnoxious. So I am reduced to singing "Mystery Lifeguard" to the tune of "Guantanamera" and about Pizza Delivery in Ancient Mexico to the tune of "Bicycle Built for Two".



The last of the teeth are coming in. It's canines now. Yay! Until they arrive, she is chewing on her hands, her sleeves, biting people. (She said her first sentence. "I bite you," and accompanied it with a chunk taken out of my shoulder...)
Not hard, just enough to make you jump and eyeball her little sharp teeth.

Ian got a new Leapster game, the Kindergarten one, so he has been engrossed in it (yay! points for me; I got him a game that he actually likes...it's harder than you may think).

Today has been a long eventful day and Erin's next dr appt is at 7:30am tomorrow morning! We'll see how that goes.