Well. So. Despite the weirdest trip to New York ever and a brief detour into FOOD POISONING*, I am back at home, finally. What's this thing, here, on my lap? A com...pooter? Internetty? Blawgs? Twitter? Facebook? Twitface? What the fuck?
Noah's Easter egg hunt this morning consisted of a dozen plastic eggs filled with pennies and leftover Halloween candy. I am pretty sure this might be a new record in half-assing.
Big shout-out to my sister, who so nicely provided little Easter baskets for both of my children, without which my children would have received NO Easter baskets, because you know what you get when you go to Target the day before Easter in hopes of stocking an Easter basket? You get empty shelves and some irregular bunny cupcake mix. Possibly some Christmas tinsel.
I did eat both of the Cadbury Creme Eggs from the baskets, though. I had to. Those things are terrible for children.
Noah has been wearing an Easter sticker on his nose all day. I don't know why. It's like his parents let him eat chocolate lollipops for breakfast, or something.
Ezra did not get any chocolate, but he did wake up with a whole other tooth. So that's also something. Something straight from the bowels of HELL, that is. But still, something.
And now, a Ball Poppers Are Serious Business Interlude:
The It's Past Noon But We're Still In Our Jammies Brain Trust begins the experiment.
One's an engineer in the making, while the other has spotted his reflection in the TV cabinet.
Dude, I think a ball rolled over this way oh wait look my thumb yay never mind.
*Oh, but more on THAT LATER. ACK.