Since my last post, both the leprechauns and the Easter Bunny have visited the home. The Leprechaun left green glittered pee in the toilet, and green foot prints on the seat.The Easter Bunny left some less disgusting and more edible items. However, he/she did not look at the weather forecast and all of the hidden eggs ended up with soggy candy and a loss of dye.
A couple of days prior to Easter I took the boys up to Ashland because the Easter Bunny was at Paddington Station, and there was also cookie decorating for the kids. I left for the trip with only the expectation that Miles would destroy his polo with icing, and I therefore needed to make sure I had a backup for Easter Sunday. As we made our way towards the Bunny, Miles spotted it from the back and he practically leapt from my arms and into a running gait straight towards the rabbit. However, sheer joy turned to terror when the bunny waved at Miles. I don't think Miles knew the Bunny was mobile, but he wouldn't even look at the stuffed creature again. Carter took the obligatory picture, which I have yet to receive, and we headed to decorate cookies. The cookie pictures speak for themselves, and yes the shirt was destroyed.
As we left Oregon and headed home, Carter informed me that he saw the person behind the Bunny costume, and he didn't think the Easter Bunny was real. Double score point, on my "Mom of the Year" award tally. I left with good intentions, and returned with two epic fails: Miles hated the Bunny, and Carter at the tender age of 4, no longer believed.
Deciding to try to address the religious side of the holiday (what a concept), we attended church in Callahan. The church is over 100 years old, and feels like an old schoolhouse inside, complete with a wood-burning stove. We met our good friends and their twin boys there. The children's time was great, I brought little bags of jelly-beans for the kids, but when it came time for the sermon, all Miles wanted to do was practice swimming on the floor, blazer and all. On top of his normally loud demeanor, it was a bit of a disaster. The good news is that the average age of the church goer there was 67, there was only one other "kid" who is in the 5th grade, and therefore they thought the boys were "so well-behaved" and "wonderful". Wow, I got a workout, Miles pulled off the greatest scam, and then to top it all off they got to have ANOTHER EASTER EGG HUNT!Church was followed by a wonderful meal at Bradley's mom's house. She decorates to a tee, and makes all holidays so magical. She even hand-appliqued the center pieces this year. The boys had ANOTHER EGG HUNT, and we went home. The even better news is that after three egg hunts, and numerous Easter gifts, we can now afford a good down payment on their first semester at college.
The boys had their good buddies Wyatt and Finn over for everyone's first "away from relatives" sleep-over. What a blast! Spiderman Mac and Cheese, movies, popcorn, and a huge air mattress made for a wonderful night. Speaking of sleep, both Carter and Miles request nightly to sleep together. Even though they each have their own bed and their own room, they seem so comforted by each other. Despite the bickering and yelling, they really do love each other.To cap off this spring issue: Carter convinced Grandma Cora that he has been taking Karate lessons. Truth be told, his moves are pretty good, but he has no one to thank but Netflix and the constant streaming of PowerRanger movies. I guess I should just be thankful none of the moves were used on the Easter Bunny or in church.
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