I think I need a break

So, there was the unexpected death of another baby of another blogger over the weekend, and I'm just going to take the rest of the week off. I'm wearing purple today for Maddie. Because there's just not much else I can do from here. I didn't read the blogs of either of these women prior to the deaths of their children, but a lot of people did and it has rocked a lot of people. I cannot even pretend to imagine what it feels like to be on the other side of that situation. But between that, and being loaded down like a pack mule at work, it just seems that it's time for a break for me.

My original purpose in starting this blog was to let my family know what was up with us, and to give them a glimpse into our lives through pictures and words. I just don't have a lot of words right now. And the ones I do, I don't generally use on this site. So, I'm setting up auto posting for the next few days with just pictures - and if I'm not feeling up to it on Monday, I'll continue posting a picture or two a day until I do feel like it. And I know I will eventually feel like it again.

Egg Hunting is the New Normal

Over the past few days Landon participated in 4 Easter Egg hunts (that doesn't include the one from the previous weekend). So this morning when I finally got him ready for school as we walked towards the back door he said "Hunteen uggs?" "No, sweetie, we're done hunting eggs this year."

He was so tired last night that he fell asleep on the way home, at about 7:30 ish and didn't wake up until I went to wake him up this morning. I guess that's one way to get out of a bath.

Please don’t choke on the dust I leave behind

What was last Sunday? I can’t remember. Easter? Really? You wanted Easter pictures? You’ve been incessantly checking the blog on the off chance you might see a picture of a little person and an egg? And possibly his car shaped Easter basket? Fine. Here:

Landon and I found 5 eggs. Alas they were not golden or silver (aka money havin’). For his last egg, I sat him down for a photo op. And Ethan came by and snatched his egg right from between his legs. What? It’s not like he had picked it up yet or anything, that makes it fair game, right? Ethan’s mom made him give it back, and in the spirit of generosity Ethan gave an extra egg as well, and as he was about to empty his basket one by one into Landon’s, his Mom said “I just wanted you to give back the one you stole, not all of them!” The lessons a 2 year old has to learn. When to share, when not to share, righting a wrong, but not OVER-righting a wrong. To tell the truth, I don’t think Landon even cared about the missing egg. What the heck is the green stuff? It’s fun to grab and pull on, I wonder how it tastes.

And a picture of eleventy billion people in my front yard.

Easter by the #s

204 plastic eggs
30 boiled eggs
8 hunters
2 gallon bags of leftover candy
1 unfound egg

This weekend will be a milestone. This weekend will determine just what kind of neurotic mother I may be. Do I call and check in on him? Do I just assume everything is fine so long as I don’t get a call? I have a wedding on Saturday night in League City. I’m also in the wedding and thus must be a part of the rehearsal festivities. I’m also going to sleep under a different roof than my son for the very first time ever. For 2 nights. In a row. I can’t say I’m not worried about it (not that I’m leaving him with anyone I’m worried about), but I’m totally looking forward to the possibility of 2 full nights of sleep and 48 hours sans 17 lbs of squirmy butt in my arms. If you happen to be in or around LJ early Friday afternoon, don’t mind the sound of screeching tires and the smell of burnt rubber. Likewise, you will probably need to get out of my way on Sunday morning.