Easter

This was my baby's first Easter.  Baby's firsts are so sweet.  Every now and then throughout the day I would remember and give him an extra squeeze and a kiss.  And then I remembered that it was Oliver's third Easter... THIRD.  Already my little boy has been around for three of these?!  Three may not seem like a large number, but to me it is! It means my baby Oliver is getting older and older.

Saturday was our first annual egg hunt.  Super fun.  Just loved being able to spend the day in our own yard! And so happy the weather was just perfect!

Sunday I hosted Easter for the first time for some of my family.  Thanks to Pinterest, I think everything went well.  Got some really great brunch ideas and decoration inspiration on that site... all easy and successful.  Score.

My one Easter regret- 

...not getting a picture of my handsome little cuties in their Easter best.  The opportunity just never came up between me being in the kitchen getting things ready and you know... that two year old ability to sit still was just not working out.  Then Oliver came inside from playing in the yard with hives (second day in a row...whats up with that!?) and in my attempt to get some Benadryl down the hatch I triggered that insanely sensitive gag reflex and got puked on. Twice.   ::shudder::   So for the rest of the day Oliver's Easter second-best was his set of red firetruck PJs.

Weekend Update

On Saturday we...

• Drove up to NH- made great time and the kids behaved until about 20 minutes to our destination.
• Hung out with Baby Bella- got in some great bonding with our little niece!  She was in such a good mood!

• Celebrated Nate's Aunt's 50th birthday with his very loud, large and happy family.

On Sunday we...

• Took the kids to church- they behaved so well I now have the confidence to bring them with us as we look for a church near home.

• Drove by the trains station to show Oliver the tracks, and to take some pictures for possible wall art for the boys room (I'm slowly making it a train theme)

• Left the boys with their Mema and Pepere so that husband and myself could walk around downtown and get started on Easter baskets.
• Sat in traffic for half an hour on the way home.  fun.

Only a Mother Could Love...

... a big, milk-breathy burp right in her face.  (Because it's the sound...and smell... of a satisfied baby).

... a very stinky, very full diaper after a day or two without number two.  (Because it means everything is working just fine).

... smelly, sweaty, linty little toes.  (Because baby feet are just delicious).

... sticky, messy, food covered faces.  (Because he actually ate!!!!)

... snotty, slobbery kisses.  (Because your baby is kissing you).

... wet, phlegmy coughs. (Because it means his airways aren't too tight.... yeah that was a whole Saturday in the ER I'd like to forget!)

Nothing can prepare you for being a mother.  You think you know what's coming to you, but everyday brings it's own curveball.  I have to admit that I'm rather surprised and sometimes impressed with myself.  Being a parent sets you up for situations you would have never imagined yourself in.  Scooping up a tray full of vomit and sitting back down to finish eating?! What!? Pinning down a very strong toddler so that you can give him his inhaler?  I've done that?  Pregnancy and childbirth?  I survived?!?!!?!

I know I can't be the first mom to go about her business (prepare a meal, clean up that meal, play, diaper, play, prepare a meal, clean up that meal, play, diaper, play.......) and think- "So this is my life? Huh. Who'd have thought." And with a smile to myself- "Cool."

My day so far...

So far... Zero dishes have been washed.  Owen is dressed.  Oliver and I are not.  We've watched Thomas and Friends.  Owen's practiced his sitting up.  Some progress has been made.  We've shared toys.  Owen has gone down for a nap.  Oliver has had issues with me on the computer.

I think we'll go to a playground soon.