We realized yesterday that we hadn’t really thought about taking Smushy to an official Easter Egg Hunt, so we scrambled around and checked the internet and found a couple of options. One would cost us $150 for an egg hunt and brunch. No. Joke. The other was $20 for just a hunt and technically that was only because we had to pay for the non-hunting adults. So silly, but since it was cheaper, we went with it.
I hadn’t thought to prep her, but decided to tell her what to do just before we went in. The eggs are hiding and we need to find them because there is CANDY! inside. Toddlers totally understand sugar. We started out by pointing out a few eggs to her so she’d get it. Then she figured it out and started finding them on her own. I did not want to be one of those asshole parents who finds 20 eggs and steals them all for her kid. Smushy walked away with about 8 eggs, which is pretty decent and even managed to snag one right before a big kid did and I didn’t even point it out to her. She had a really good time. As long as she didn’t have to go anywhere near the Easter Bunny. She is not a fan of 6 foot tall fuzzy creatures.
Bonus awesomness of the day? I totally managed to get everyone showered, dressed, and ready to go ON TIME!! That includes brushing Smushy’s hair, which is an accomplishment on the best of days.
Waiting patiently
Then we went to lunch. Smushy spent the time checking out the loot.
Doodle likes to be held. A lot. He pretty much slept the whole time in the Babyhawk. Awesome.
He’s finally starting to accept a binky. My boobs thank him.
Once you have kids, that is your reality. I try to remind myself of that on the bad days to keep me from going off the deep end. I do the same on the good days to remind me to appreciate the moment while it lasts.
Because it never lasts.
Yesterday was a good day. I got the grocery shopping done and put away while Smushy was in school. Doodle napped in his car seat except when I had to feed him between errands. He wasn’t too fussy while we were out. I managed to get them both to sleep for ONE GLORIOUS HOUR of internetting and reading. I even managed to get some laundry done and wash the dishes AND cook dinner. Smushy wasn’t too annoying or toddlerish. Doodle didn’t scream at us too much. It was nice. Good day.
The days before was a bad day. Doodle didn’t sleep AT ALL that day. He just screamed and cried and ate. Smushy skipped her nap too and was generally annoying and disobedient. I think she had to go into time-out 3 or 4 times, which is a lot for her. She kept taking off all her clothes and peeing on the floor. (Though she did pee in the potty once for the very first time ever! Only good thing of the day.) Then she threw a full cup of water on the floor for no reason. When Mr. Silly got home, I begged for a break, but he decided right then would be the perfect time to call and get the TIVO working. So I had to wrangle both kids out of the living room since they were crying/screaming/noisy. We spent the next 30 minutes holed up in the bedroom while I nursed Doodle and tried to convince him to stop screaming at me and Smushy jumped and climbed all over the bed and me. I think I cried the entire time. Bad day.
I know things will get easier in some ways as Doodle gets older. And harder in others. I know we’re only 3 weeks in to being a family of 4 and there is an adjustment period. I know we’ll get it figured out. I know we have a lot going on with the upcoming move and boring day to day. And I know that we’re going to have a lot more good and bad days.
Don’t let those sweet faces fool you. Today was hell.
So I got these snack/sandwich holders from Shannon that she MADE HERSELF. How awesome is that? I don’t even know how to turn my sewing machine on. And I got it like 2 years ago. Never been used. And she can just whip up these adorable things like nothing. Also, there was a yummy treat inside. Unfortunately, they didn’t last long enough to get their picture taken.
Smushy and her best friend at the zoo.
Mr. Silly turned 31 this month. I was a little busy being pregnant, then having a baby, recovering from major surgery and dealing with life with a newborn, so I kinda failed at the gift giving. His mom bought a cake when she was here, so I dind’t have to worry about that part. I managed to help the kids make some crafty gifts while he was at work, so that was done at least. And I bought him a blu ray off his wish list that got here late. I know, I suck. But at least I tried and that’s what counts. Plus, I took pictures!
