We went to the lake for the holiday and I completely unplugged the entire time. No internet, no television (except for a little March Madness. Go Mountaineers!) (Oh, and Memphis. Yeah).
The kids all got fevers while we were there but that didn't keep them from going out and enjoying the beautiful weather. It did keep them up all night long and since the husband had to be up very early to fish every day guess who got night (and day) duty the entire time? I need a vacation to rest up from the vacation.
Oh, and the husband pretty much told the kids there was no Easter Bunny.
That was fun.
The man has a Mensa IQ but he can't keep from yelling, "Look hard for the eggs kids, Grandpa's a great egg hider." over and over even after the kids corrected him.
Apparently he doesn't "do" the Easter Bunny.
That would've been nice to know before we hid the eggs and put out baskets.
Or before we hyped Santa to them for the past seven years.
I'm not too heartbroken over the Easter Bunny, but I think my big kid is figuring out the fat red-suited man as well. He totally looked as though the wind had been knocked from him
Way to ruin two holidays in one breath, Dad.
Is it too early for therapy?
Thanks for the cool Star Wars figure Easter Bunny. Or Mom. Whoever.
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.