What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Eat An Entire Bag Of Mini Eggs

Let's just say Easter was a mixed basket this year. The egg dyeing was much fun. This was the first year I really got to do it with Lowell -- he loved dunking the eggs and scribbling with the magic crayon. My aunt Jill had her pysanky party on Saturday and just like last year it was a major highlight. (If you want to see pictures check out my post about it at Roses Are Blue.) Playing Easter Bunny for the first time was also pretty cool. I had fun hiding the eggs and making the baskets. And eating the extra Peeps that were just sitting there in the box, going stale. And I got to dress up the kids. Willa in her Easter dress just about killed me. Alas, every Easter has its black jellybeans and this year it was that Lowell got sick on Friday. Some kind of tummy bug, complete with fever and listlessness. By Sunday, while he was not running a fever, he was still off-kilter and unable to handle the stress of chocolate for breakfast. We had an operatic series of meltdowns when the supply was cut off at brunch. There were moments during them when I wondered if he was ever going to stop. It was pretty bad. He did recover after a nap and we had a very pleasant afternoon making a giant bucket of mud with his friend, Lucy, but I was a little scarred. As was Matthew. He pretty much cursed me and the gentile horse I rode in on for the rest of the day. Things were much better today though. Only one protracted whine session for a bite of chocolate bunny, thank you, Jesus. No, I mean it, thank you, Jesus!

Comments

[juliloquy]

OK, it's disturbing how we are living parallel lives. That was going to be my comment on your last post, with the boy's hand on the baby girl's head and the mom intervening. But even more freaky: Shmoo, too, contracted a tummy/fever combo on Friday. He seemed to handle his chocolate breakfast on Sunday with aplomb, however, so we were lucky.

Glad Lowell is better. And glad Willa got her share of Peeps through you!

[Jill]

Hi there, this has nothing whatsoever to do with your post. I just was thinking of you because I know you moved from an actual cool city to a boring (I assume) suburb. I am having difficulty with this concept because I live in a neighborhood where you can walk to the post office, library, convenience store that has wine and beer, pizza place, chichi clothing boutique, dry cleaner, and pharmacy. And four different hair salons, and if you want some real exercise, a farm stand slash gourmet grocer. However I have fallen in love with a house that is in a neighborhood where you can only walk to a library and a pizza shop. Will I want to gouge out my own eyes if I make this move? (Not that we can afford that house anyway. It's an intellectual exercise, but one that is consuming me.) Help, me sister blogger.
Jill

[LetterB]

We moved to a boring *exurb* (this is for my husband because he hates the "s" word. Potato/potahto if you ask me). We can walk to our town's main street in 5 minutes. It's no park slope or west village (my last nyc neighborhoods) but it isn't bad. Some cool shops and all the necessary amenities. Having this little piece of urban pedestrian life was a major thing for us to be able to leave the city. I'd say number one or two on our list. It was a deciding factor in getting the house we ultimately bought too, as there are lots of neighborhoods that are not accessible to our "downtown". Soooo I don't know? You may want to gouge your eyes out. I would if we had to drive everywhere but that's due to an overactive imagination that convinces me that I am going to die every time I get behind the wheel.