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Wordless Wednesday: Easter 2012

Tuesday, April 10th, 2012

Easter. Yay! Spencer summed up what he learned in preschool thusly:  Jesus is alive, but he died and fell out of a cave.Not too bad, kiddo. Not too bad.

We started out by setting out some grass for the easter bunny. I would love to take credit for this, but he brought it home from preschool. It balances the flowered cross crafts.

 Mr E. Bunny wasn’t able to come until the afternoon so we passed the time Bowling for Bunnies

And then we went to his Grandma’s for brunch. My husband was working, but was able to stop by for his lunch hour, which was awesome. The easter bunny had already been to grandma’s and Spencer hunted for some eggs and got a giant chocolate bunny.

He decided just to eat the ears for now. After brunch he took a little nap, which is a rare occurance these days and then the easter bunny conviently came while he was sleeping and his dad got home from work.

Fun times were had by all. I do love an egg hunt and I must say, filling and hiding them is almost as much fun as hunting them. Spencer shook each egg next to his ear as he found it. So cute. Do all kids do that?

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Beware

Tuesday, March 15th, 2011


So, I am sitting there with the perfect nap time combination of being freshly showered with a sundae in hand watching the sub-par but still trashy enough to be entertaining Real Housewives of Miami thinking up an excuse to go to the grocery store so I can buy a pie for pi day when it hits me. Tomorrow is the Ides of March, the day of the annual race my sister and I have to be the first text the other: Beware. Even better, I realized, I could make a laurel wreath and a toga and dress Spencer up at Julius Ceaser for a blog post. Awesome!

But that seems like a lot of work. And I am sick, although on the mend according to  my mom’s maxim of: if you can eat ice cream you are better (see aforementioned sundae). So, I am trying to think of a short cut when it comes to me in a flash, give him a knife and make him Brutus.

And then I lost another 30 minutes pondering the ramifications of posting a (however well intentioned) picture of a toddler with a knife online. It ranged from minute (likely) to viral (unlikely) to CPS (super unlikely) and I spent another 20 minutes bemoaning the fact that we had no prop stores in town where I could get a fake knife. So, I went back to Ceasar and made a garland out of felt, super glue and ribbon in about 10 minutes and it looks it, but whatever. I have already invested way too much energy in this project and I am still (mostly) just in the thinking stage.

So. I think all of this. I do all of this. And the toddler won’t cooperate for pictures. I gave up and we went and played outside.

Happy Ides of March! Oh, and BEWARE!

 

March Madness

Monday, March 14th, 2011

March has long been my second favorite month, it has all sorts of fun things, Pi day, the basketball tournament, First Day of Spring, the Idea of March for the word nerd in all of us and of course, St. Patrick’s Day. Now, anyone who knows me in real life knows just how much I love St Patrick’s Day. It might even by why I married in to a Irish family, to help legitimize my love for a holiday that I love for all the tacky and drunken and commercialized reasons.

Because how can someone not love a holiday that ended it after years of commercialization to be about beer, meat, parades and drunken shenanigans? And potatoes. I love ALL of those things. And I rocked many a St Patrick’s Day through my 20s.

And then my mom ruined everything.

We found out my mom had cancer the same September (2006) in which my husband left for 6 months of intensive job training. Throughout the fall, my mom was still highly functional. I went over for dinner a few nights a week. By the beginning of 2007, my mom was no longer driving, so I ran all of her errands, drove her to all of her appointments and we had dinner every night. By March, she had declined further, had been in and out of the hospital, but was still living on her own, with my help with anything outside of the house.

I decided to take St Patrick’s Day off from mom duty. Rebellious, I know. One day. I normally went over for lunch and dinner on the weekend, this Saturday, I did neither. I decided at the last minute to go to a friend’s house for an early dinner and had skipped a lunch time visit because my mom was napping,

I went to my friend’s house and had an amazing, relaxing time. Ate good food, talked about things that weren’t chemo and needles and errands and wigs. It was awesome. I only had one beer, but it was festive green and delicious. I packed up and extra plate of corned beef, cabbage and potatoes to share with my mom the next day and headed home at a responsible 9;30.

At 10:30 that night, my phone rang. It was my mom, calling to tell me she felt dizzy, had shortness of breath and trouble breathing. I asked her if she thought she could walk to my car, with my help. She said no. I told her to call an ambulance and that I would meet her at the ER. It seemed too early for the ER to be packed with drunken revelers, but since it was a Saturday night, an ambulance arrival would certainly speed our passage through the ER process. The doctors said it was dehydration and lack of food that were causing the problems at decided to admit her. At 2 am, they sent me home.

That was my mom’s last hospital stay. That was the hospital stay where the resident told her that she had a good run, but there was nothing more to do. That was the hospital stay where my mom lost all hope and died three days after discharge. So. Needless to say, there is a cloud hanging over my beloved St Patrick’s Day.

The next year I wallowed in whiskey and beer. The next year I was pregnant with Spencer and didn’t celebrate at all. Last year, I dressed Spencer up in a parade of green diapers and amused myself. This year I am shaking off the cobwebs and celebrating again.

There is corned beef and cabbage to be cooked, maybe some Irish soda bread. There is beer to be sipped and toasts to be made. After all, in 2011, I am bringing back the happy.

3.17.2010

Santa Picture 2010

Tuesday, December 14th, 2010

I was a little disappointed in the santa pictures. We didn’t go last year because I felt that Spencer was too little. This year, I had high hopes. I dressed him in his little brown sweater and his favorite green shoes. I went right when they opened, on a week day and we were the first ones in. Spencer smiled a little and went over to santa, sat on his lap and got suddenly camera shy. She snapped about 6 photos. showed them to me and I picked this one because it showed his shoes the best. She promised that with the package I bought (as long as I upgraded a level from what I was thinking) all of the pictures would be available online and the package came with a discount code good for a free print. So, I paid. She handed me the pictures and off we went.

What? No green shoes? The bastards put a stupid bow over the thing I chose the picture for. And the coloring and printing are awful. It is like it is over high deffed or something. And when I checked online, only this picture is available. With bow. I got expensively screwed by santa.

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