Jessie ran a 102 fever most of the day. Yuck. She was pleasant though. Cute dress! She didn't hunt eggs, but she enjoyed some chocolate.
Ed- he hunted eggs before he was supposed to, cried when he was told no, hunted his eggs really fast, scarfed down Starbursts, and ended the day without a shirt. What can I say?
Nice hat, Spencer! For the record, it makes my heart feel super happy when kids put buckets on their heads and think nothing of it. Maybe because sometimes I wish I could wear a bucket on my head...
Grandpa was nice enough to blow up balloons for the kids, which isn't that remarkable. The REMARKABLE thing about it is that he was WILLING to blow them up after the kids had already tried. Kid spit and all. I would have said no. (But I'll probably do the same for my grandkids.)
After the Bunting's for an egg hunt, we went to my grandma's house to eat dinner and visit. I wish I could relax when I'm supposed to be visiting; it is nearly impossible to be at ease with my kids running around other peoples' houses. I'm constantly worried about them breaking something, dialing the phone to China, leaving the yard, or getting something stuck up their nose. Take the above worries, put them after a three hour stint in church, and throw in lots of chocolate (and a soon-to-be puked up cupcake or two), and we have a spastic momma who has trouble carrying on a decent conversation without extreme sassiness coming through.
At least it was better than the day before. If the days keep getting better in these small increments, I should be great again by Thursday.
*Note to self: please remember to get cute matching outfits for the girls, and coordinating shirts for the boys next year. It's just too, too cute- you slacker. And, please think about this in January, not the Friday before. Thank-you.