Just Add Candy-Filled Plastic Eggs

Take a bunch of normal people, add candy-filled eggs, and watch the instant metamorphosis into crazed, greedy, irrational freaks.  I'm not pointing fingers here, just pointing out the truth.

As we approached the site of the egg hunt last weekend, I caught myself giving egg-searching advice to my own children:  Don't try to get eggs where everyone else is, go to an area without many other children.  Why?  Why would I tell them that?  They are going to get more than enough candy, so why do I feel the need to give them tips on getting the most candy possible?

I am not alone in this terrible transmutation.  The lines leading to the hunt were crazy.  I was slightly behind Abe as we were walking to the field and I watched in amazement as this other lady was speed walking dragging her little child in tow to try to get around him.  The organizers asked us to scoot back from the edge of the ball field to the wall, and parents were both visibly and audibly distressed.  One man kept stating that no parents should be allowed on the field.  And, as hard as it is to admit, in my head I was all like, "Uh, of course I am going on the field to help my 14-month old get candy-filled plastic eggs."  Like my 14-month old really needs candy-filled plastic eggs.

I did take a step back from the insanity in order to document the Easter Egg Hunt of 2012 with a few pictures.

I can't explain it, but it happens.  Otherwise normal people will transform.  If you go to any Easter egg hunts this weekend, just watch.  You might even find yourself mutating into one of those crazed parents trying to help your children get the most candy-filled plastic eggs as possible.

Bluebonnets

It's bluebonnet time in Texas!  That wonderful time of the year when you know spring has sprung.  Being a native Kansan, my Lone Star comrades will be pleased to know that I am raising my children to be authentic Texans.  We venture out to memorialize the coming of spring with our annual and obligatory bluebonnet pic (well, our  picture session--tomayto tomahto).  And Daisy would make you darn-right proud.  She points out every single patch of bluebonnets to me as we drive down the highway almost as well as she points out the po-po's.  After taking pictures this year I read them The Legend of The Bluebonnet.  The Daiser was quick to point out that the little girl picked a bluebonnet and she isn't supposed to do that.  That's right, most Texans believe it's illegal to pick one of those little flowers (it's not, but these people down here are cray-cray, I tell you.)

Spring Break Twenty Tweeeeelve!

Day 1:  birthday party at Pump It Up

Day 2:  birthday party with bounce house

Day 3:  playdate at Central Market

Day 4:  playdate at CCBC

Day 5:  Fossil Rim

Day 6:  Wee Care at church.  Special treat to have Zeke in my class.

Day 7:  Botanic Gardens with Granny

Day 8:  St. Patrick's Day at Railhead with the fam and friends

Day 9:  hanging with my Mom and Gary & Linda, Justin & Jessie, Hailey, Landon & Elsie, Dick & Mary and Emily & Jeff.

*Bonus day*  hanging with my Mom and family again

(I was naughty and took Zeke out of school to play with the fam.  Made it even more fun to be skipping school.)

The kids spent 2 nights and 3 days with everyone at Dick & Mary's.  They were heart broken when they finally had to come home.

What a wonderful week spent with my kiddos, family and friends!  Man, I love spring break!

Amen

Sunday, March 4th Daisy trusted Jesus to be her savior.  What a glorious blessing!

The next day I asked her, "Who loves you, Daisy?"  I was expecting her to say Mommy.  Her reply was Jesus.  :)

Holes In Her Head

My Pretty Girl just got a little bit prettier.

Daisy decided today was the day to pierce her ears, so we did it.  I was very proud of her; she was incredibly brave with just a few tears. 

  

Later tonight, after studying  herself for a minute in the mirror she remarked,

 "I kinda look like a mom."

Lesson Learned

Lesson learned the hard way, that is.  Last night was Zeke's kindergarten program.  He had a short speaking part.  He was one of 7 chosen out of 100+ kindergarteners, so this Momma was a little proud of her boy.  I had the camera ready, turned it on right before his turn, and,, and... nothin.  'Battery exhausted.'  His part took all of about 10 seconds, and the stupid camera would not even work for 10 lousy seconds.  Abe grabbed his cell phone from his pocket, but by the time we got it out, on, and turned to video, it was over.  :(  I have no proof on camera, but Zekers did a fantastic job!  Next time, I will make sure to charge the camera battery before hand.

This was taken afterwards, post-battery charging.

Little Daisy listened to Zekers practice, and she knew it, too.  She froze on camera, though.

That's Wondering

Daisy is at that age where her think-alouds crack me up.  Here are a few of them recently.

In the Swag Wag, I asked if both the boys were sleeping.  Daisy said both their eyes were closed, but she thought maybe Zeke was thinking.  Eli doesn't think and only sleeps, but Zeke might be doing both thinking and sleeping.

At Elijah's one year checkup, both kids were on the table.  The dr. left and said a nurse would be in to give Eli his shots.  It was when I put Elijah on the floor that the wheels started turning.  After a few seconds Daisy thought about the nurse coming in and finding her on the table; she said, "I better get down because I don't want to get a shot!"

When I won the doll we went to Dallas to the American Girl store.  I mentioned taking the train to Dallas a few weeks later.  The Daise quickly informed me, "We could get another doll while we were in Dallas!"  Like that's something you do every time you go to Big D.

It's February, and randomly Daisy still asks, "Why don't the other reindeer let Rudolph play games?  Why was his nose red?" and "How does Frosty the Snowman go?"


And finally, whenever Daisy finds something odd or confusing, she'll say, "That's wondering."

I love that girl.