Wow, the sugar crash has not been pretty around here tonight. And my kids are kind of a wreck too. Hope you had a wonderful Easter and/or Passover celebration with your loved ones. We certainly did.
Lesson #1: Sure lots of kids can say they got a tan, saw their favorite character or flew on an airplane over Spring Break, but I’m thinking not many can say they learned how to make beer. (Thanks, Uncle B!)
Lesson #2: When your art work is best categorized as advanced stick figure level (intro to ears and pants), it’s vital that your subjects to sit still for their one-color marker portraits. Or else.
Lesson #3: The 45 minutes of quiet entertainment was totally worth the $2.43 I paid Big and his friend to pull weeds during their playdate.
Lesson #4: If you haven’t lost any teeth by the Spring of your kindergarten year, wiggling your teeth becomes a full-time job.
Lesson #5: Phase one
and only of my Spring cleaning is complete. I’ve gotten rid of the Halloween/Valentine’s/last Easter candy. And some of it even ended up in the trash.
Lesson #6: Easter egg dying is a wonderful personality test. One of my boys does it enthusiastically, quickly, decisively and simply. The other analyzes his options, takes his time, embraces his creativity and questions himself every step of the way…then says the Easter Bunny better not touch them.
Lesson #7: One of my favorite holiday traditions is having a totally logical conversation about the Easter Bunny. Of course the ones in the mall/at egg hunts are just people in costumes…bunnies don’t grow that big. But the chocolate-lovin’ fur ball obviously has a magical key that opens the door for him to leave things like Chapstick, candy and Star Wars figures (which happen to be just like the ones we bought at Target last week).
Lesson #8: When the odd-colored Bunny mixes up the baskets and you have to swap a super cool goodie with your brother, “joyous” isn’t exactly the word that comes to mind Easter morning.
Lesson #9: While we’ve spent a good amount of time talking about the true meaning of Easter this week, each of my kids found their own purpose. To Big it was about hoarding plastic eggs (especially the ones that jingled with the sound of piggy bank food). To Little it was about handing out candy to everyone any time he wanted a piece so that he didn’t feel like he was gorging alone. And to Pink it was proving that everything inside the plastic eggs—and yes, even the eggs themselves—are choking hazards.
Lesson #10: If I had one word for the designers who fashion sweet little Easter outfits, it would be: Brrrr.
And now with Big’s Spring Break down, we’re on to Little’s Spring Break. Oh, man of the day, please give me strength.