Yesterday we tried starting our own traditions for Easter; tried being the operative word. We woke up and Lydia and I watched The Prince of Egypt as a shout out to Passover. I started the dinner prep, we got a visit from Uncle Michael (with a basket), and then we went to church. When we came home we tried to put Lydia down for a nap, but that didn't quite turn out but while she was in her room we were visited by the Easter Bunny. He left a bunch of eggs filled with the Easter Message in the back yard. I tried to take pictures of Lydia finding the eggs ("Where's egg? Oh, there iiii is!") but of course the batteries died on the camera. Had I taken the time to go and replace them I would have missed the whole thing so I guess I have to be content with the memory. Unfortunately we also found an unpleasant something while hunting eggs; an expired baby squirrel. We were able to enjoy a small dinner: ham, green jello salad, and twice baked potatoes (I had rolls but of course forgot about them until after dinner). We then went over to Aunt Anita's house to visit. Now I knew that stuffed animal collections expanded and grew fast when you had kids but I didn't know they grew sooooo fast; exponentially fast. Yesterday we accumulated 7 new additions to our collection, SEVEN! and for ONE Easter we ended up with FIVE, yes FIVE Easter baskets. All in all it was a good day. We were going to watch The Miracle Maker later in the evening but we weren't able to fit it in anywhere. Happy Easter!
Lydia has started a disturbing and frightening pattern. It started yesterday night when I decided to take her "ba bye" with me. We stepped out the door and she would not leave the stoop. I walked to the car calling her after me. At first she came down the steps and then would immediately walk back up. The last time she did instead of heading for the car like is routine she decided to take a different route. She took a couple of steps onto the grass and then a devilish grin surfaced. She looked at me. "Don't you dare." Before I knew it she was running pell mell toward the street. Yes, that busy street that barely ever has a break in speeding traffic. Had I not grabbed her, in a death grip might I add, when I did I don't really even want to think about what could have happened. I was so upset. I was mad at her but I wasn't mad at her. Does that make sense? She did it again today and I turned into some demonic creature. She got away from Kevin and my voice started shrieking at her to stop and I'm sure that my eyes turned a shade of red and again, she laughed the entire time.
We had a little dinner party here on Sunday. I mean people came and they ate, if that's successful than there you have it. We were meeting my brother's girlfriend for the first time and her 12 year old son. We are not known for our social skills so you can only imagine. Caleb rolled over yesterday. From his back to his front and of course I was in the kitchen and didn't get to see it. The same thing happened with Lydia. Now he just needs to roll over front to back. He is so funny. He cracks up laughing at Lydia for absolutely no reason. She can just look at him and he busts a gut. I think they really love each other.
We made cupcakes today. I tried to enlist the help of my lovely young daughter with decorating them but she was more interested in just eating the frosting. The cake part of this equation didn't really turn out that great but the frosting was good, a lemon cream cheese. Now, who do I give them to....hmmmm.
