Without this little Pushy clickity Button up there for The Unmom I'd seriously never have anything to write about I'm sure. These little blips and Blabs are great. Thanks Keely
I've been trying to prepare for Easter Weekend. Easter with the family is my favorite kind of Easter, because I don't have to cook. I can contribute to the meal but I'm not in charge of the Star of the show meat! I'm not sure who is doing the feeding but I'll have to see. I did thought bake 2 orange loaves for the trip they are currently living in my freezer and may or may not defrost before we hit the island but it was hard not to eat them before getting there. Truth be told I baked a double batch of them, and
The boys are excited for easter, MJ came to me yesterday while I was stalking the markets for my Packrat application obsession, and says "MOM why are there Eggs in your closet?" My only response was they are for Grandma because the Easter Bunny doesn't bring her chocolate anymore. ACK! my sister suggested that The E.Bunny left them here for us to bring to his cousin Matty. It works for very loved hand-me-down clothes it might work for Plastic Eggs. The Truth of the story is that the Eggs are for Grandma's house. We aren't going to imply at all that the eggs are from MR E.Bunny, but they are from Hubbie and Me for a BIG hunt in my mother's yard. This is a first for me, usual most of my egg hunts are indoor events but there is no snow on that section of the island says my informants, soooo I'd like to do it outside. This will also protect Grandma's precious "not for babies/kids" furniture and knick knacks? Maybe? If it's Raining I'll just hand the eggs over to the kids, and my siblings will be so happy to see their kids covered in chocolate and sticky candy goo! :) When your the oldest you can do stuff like this. (ok I Want to believe I can do stuff like this and that I'm the boss)
I've warned Hubbie he'll be run ragged and need a break after the weekend to sleep! He's warn out enough from doing kid patrol during the nights. MJ is getting up way less then he used to, maybe because I'm not going in there? and it's harder to explain to Hubbie who's almost brain dead from lack of sleep, what he wants or what I usually do! I just go to the kitchen get cup of water, put it on the table, or hand it over, say here's water, go pee, and get back in bed. Hubbie do the "what do you want" stuff which just leads to MORE discussion and way longer up time. hehe (downtime in this case is preferable)
I'm not looking for the "trip to grandmas" the Trip part, it's a bit more then over the hill and through the woods, the extended version. My Friend Mrsbigblupete (one of my faithful followers and friend with Island living skills) says it's like being TRAPPED in a Tin Can hurling down the highway at 120kms hour itching to get to the END". We've had some successful trips, but it's those Stuck in the parking lot of a church at 12am trying to get the child to stop puking only 1hour from your final exit that get etched in your brain. Those trips though were 14hours from the island. Now we live 7hours from the destination. It makes a difference but the 2 children that know the 14hour trip are easy, they've been there and done that, their brains know how much longer it could be. MJ? he's only ever done the 7hour version. This 7hour version is if they get out, pee and get back to the car instantly. There are no stops along the way to just see the sights, no it's GET IN GET THERE AND GET OUT and kiss the ground. The stops are pee, gas, snacks if the driver is hungry for something other then what the copilot has packed. We will try not to resort to eating the frozen orange loaves.
for those playing at home "spring what's that?"
The kids Slide is now part of our water front property, April showers are in full swing. And what Canadian back yard isn't complete without Tim's Wrappers?
