Freak target

Why oh why are they so drawn to me?! Besides the kid in the grocery store the other day, who really was creepy by the way, (after reading my post I think I just sound mean, but it really was weird I tell ya!), there was another, even more freaky, lady in my class last night at the library.

So there I was in the free! Excel class last night, and the teacher started making small talk about how far technology has come and he talked about a company that can put a computer chip in you so your car and house doors will unlock as you come up to them. Then he mentioned how there's a company that has come up with the idea to computer chip your child so if they are ever lost or abducted you could find exactly where they were. Just offhandedly I said, "Hey, sign me up for that!" Man, I never would have said that if I knew the wrath that I would bring upon myself for that casual statement. So there's this tall skinny black lady in front of me who makes some comment that I didn't fully hear about "the mark of the beast". I giggled a little because I thought she was making a joke, but no. It turns out she was talking to me and when I giggled she spun around in her chair and goes, "You shouldn't be laughing! I'm serious! You better quit your laughing because what you don't know CAN hurt you!"

Whoa. I was a little shocked and had to say, "What? I didn't even really hear what you said at first. What?"

Then she says, still deathly serious, "That's the mark of the beast! You better go read Revelations before you go and do that to your kid! Do you go to church? Read Revelations! What you don't know can hurt you!"

And seriously internet, I wish you could just hear her whole freak out. I don't feel like I can get across with mere typing the tone in which she approached me. My only response was, "Yes, I go to church, but I really don't want to get into this discussion with you right now." Holy crap! I realize that lots of people are seriously focused on the "mark of the beast" and have different beliefs about what that actually is, but, again, HOLY CRAP! Are you seriously going to make a scene with me in this little library computer class because I made a flippant remark about keeping tabs on my kids?!

She had it out for me after that. The guy I was sitting next to was telling me how he was tired and was going to head home and go straight to bed after class. I told him that I was probably going to do the same since my son had kept me up the night before because he was sick with strep throat. At the end of class she turned around again for another attack. "Did I hear you say that you had strep throat?!" "No," I said, "my son has strep throat." Then she goes, "Well! I sure wish you would have told me that to begin with! I have to go to work tomorrow and I don't need to be sick! Just cause it's your son doesn't mean you're not a carrier of it!" At that point I didn't even know what to say to her. I didn't want to start anything, because we've got part 2 of class together next week, so I just said "oh, I'm sorry about that," which I totally kicked myself afterward for giving any hint of an apology to her, but it's always easier to think later of what you should or should not have said.

I'll go in prepared next week though. I'm actually hoping we sit in the same spots and that she tries to say something else to me. (And yes I know that's wrong. I shouldn't go looking for conflict.) Maybe I'll get over it by next week and decide to be nice. But maybe not. I really just want to say something very snarky back to her so she doesn't think she can just say anything she wants to me. I'm not one to be pushed around.

On the upside, I did learn the basics of Excel, for free!, and I'm looking forward to class (the learning part) next week.

Meet Sara

Gabby and I have been volunteering at the Williamson County Regional Animal Shelter. I told Dario, and myself, that this would NOT lead to us having any more pets. I lied. The first day that Gabriella and I went to volunteer, Gabby came home crying because she wanted to adopt a little chihuahua named "Pocket". It was horrible, and I actually talked to Dario after we got home while Gabby was upstairs still crying, and we ended up deciding to adopt him. Well, it turns out that Pocket got adopted the very next day. But since then adopting another pet has been on my mind. It breaks my heart to see all those sweet dogs and cats who need homes and people to love them, and may end up being euthanized if that doesn't happen. The last few days I decided to adopt a pet who needed a home, and I ended up getting a dog not from the shelter, but from a lady who was darn close to having to put this dog into a shelter. This is Sara- She's not the prettiest dog, (notice the pronounced under bite in the 2nd picture!), but she's as sweet as can be. I adopted her from a lady who has way too many pets and wasn't able to take care of her properly. She used to live in the house but had been relegated outside as they acquired more and more pets. The lady said she shaved and bathed her before I picked her up, but I gave her a bath when I brought her home and the tub had a layer of dirt on it still. Also, the hair on the back of her legs where the lady didn't shave well was really matted down, and I had to go back and trim it all by hand. She was so good and just laid there and let me do it. She had fleas when I picked her up(you can see how her front leg is red from her constantly licking and biting and scratching there, and there's more patches and scabs on her body that you can't see). I got a pill at the vet's office that kills all the fleas in 30 minutes, and they were seriously just falling off of her. I picked some right out of her hair as they were dying. She's never been vaccinated and she's not spayed, so that's my first order of business. She has little hanging boobies like she's had puppies recently, but the lady I got her from swears that she hasn't. (I'm quite sure she's lying, but whatever.) In any case, she's in good hands now, and I hope she'll be healthy and happy with us.

PS. If you are thinking of getting a pet, please consider adopting one from your local shelter or rescue group instead of buying one. There are so many animals there that are waiting for a family. Petfinder.com is a great site that will show you animals that are available for adoption in your zip code, both in shelters and in rescue groups.

I think he's on steroids

Can you believe these muscles?!?

Sunday Dario Jr. pulled a big piece of candy out of his pocket that the bishop had given him. Turns out the bishop came to Primary that day and asked for a volunteer with lots of muscles. Well, of course Dario raised his hand, what with his bulging muscles and all. He said lots of kids raised their hands, but the bishop picked him because he could just see that he had the biggest muscles. He's right. Those other kids have got nothing on him. Check him out-

I know I'm late, but I'm lazy

Mother's Day was last Sunday, and it was wonderful. This was the best Mother's Day I've ever had. Usually my kids make me breakfast in bed, which sounds nice and all, but I really don't like it. I'd prefer a bowl of cereal and some extra rest over a hot breakfast any day. So I asked Dario not to do it this year, and they complied. And I actually got to sleep late. (Well, kind of. We had church at 9am.)

So I woke up and Dario had gotten all the kids dressed and fed and I only had to take care of myself before church. There were cards from Dario and the kids on my bedside table when I woke up. And the kids had made me gifts at school.

When I picked Roman up from the nursery at church, he yelled out, "Happy Mother's Day!" and handed me a little red envelope with a noodle and bead necklace in it that he had made. It was so cute and he even helped me put it on and told me it looked pretty.

Then after church, Dario fed the kids lunch and got supper in the crock pot while I took a nice long nap. He came to nap with me after he put Roman down and I heard him tell the kids, "If you need anything you come to me. Do not disturb Mommy." That was SO nice. They always come straight to my side of the bed.

When I woke up, Gabby gave me a card and a treat she had made while I was sleeping. The card said, 'Dear Mom, Happy Mother's Day! I'm so glad that your my mom! I know its hard but deal with it ok? Love you! Love your daughter Gabby.' For dessert she partially melted chocolate chips in the microwave and spread them on a plate and then topped them with peanut butter, peanuts, and heart-shaped sprinkles. And she told me she even scraped off the burnt parts from the chocolate chips for me. How nice. ;)

I relaxed the rest of the day and Dario played with the kids while I read my book and did what I liked. It was an absolutely wonderful day.

PS! How could I forget? The night before Dario had bought me some chocolate-covered strawberries which were delicious of course, and then on Mother's Day at some point he gave me two bags of chocolate- one was Dove bites and the other was Dove chocolate covered almonds. SO GOOD.

Supermarket woes

You know what I love at the grocery store? (Besides the candy aisle, I mean.) Normal and polite grocery cashiers who check me out quickly and are attentive and polite.

You know what I don't like at the grocery store?

1. cashiers who won't look me in the eye, and won't even say 'hello' unless I say it first

2. cashiers talking incessantly to the bagger, the cashier in the next lane, the co-worker walking by

3. cashiers who just look cranky and like they'd rather be anywhere else than checking out my stupid groceries

4. cashiers who are way too friendly and keep talking to me (in a non-solicited way) long after my stuff is bagged and paid for and I'm ready to get outta there.

And then there's a number 5, which is this kid I had check me out the other day at HEB, who I'm sure had good intentions, but drove me absolutely bonkers. He was of the overly friendly, way too helpful, creepy type.

I walked up to the checkout lane with my cart of groceries, and Roman in the kid seat. He came out from his spot behind the cash register and gave Roman 2 buddy bucks AND a buddy bucks book. Roman didn't care about the book and just took the buddy bucks, but the kid wasn't taking no for an answer and had to open up the book and point out all the cool prizes to Roman. Then when Roman still didn't care about the book, and he wasn't quitting, I finally said, "Here, I'll take it," so he'd stop already and go check out my groceries.

But no. He then proceeded to help me unload everything from my cart onto the belt. It was really awkward and quite maddening actually, because GEEZ KID, get up there and ring up my stuff! But also? He kept reaching for stuff in the same spot that I was going for, so his hand would go down and then recoil, and then reach again, and then pull back. And worst of all was when he went to grab the little box in the corner of the cart, which was a 'feminine product', and then pulled back because he didn't want to pick it up.

Only when that was the last thing left in the cart did he finally go to the cash register and ring up my purchases. And he talked the entire time. I lost count of how many times he said, "Boy, that sure is a lot of Fruity Pebbles!" (It was on sale for a dollar a box so I bought quite a few boxes, but do we seriously have to mention it once for every box?!) Thankfully there was no commentary on my feminine product. (Hey, maybe he felt so awkward about that that he couldn't think of anything to talk about except the cereal?)

I went and bagged up the groceries as fast as I could so I could get out of there, but alas, I just wasn't fast enough, and we got to play the dodging hands game again while he reached for the items that I was already putting in bags. (Dude, do you see me bagging the fruit? Don't grab the fruit then!)

Eventually everything was packed up and I got the blazes out of there, but seriously, I will be watching out for that guy in the future and choosing another lane.

Manic

Wow, I have been crazy full of energy today for some reason. Here's what I've done today:

Woke up and did the HUGE mound of dishes and pots and pans that's been gathering by the sink for days

Cleaned the rest of the kitchen

Cleaned out Dario's cooler that he brought home from camping

Totally cleared all the clutter out of my bedroom and freecycled stuff I didn't want

Cleaned and vacuumed carpet upstairs

Did 3 loads of laundry, including bedsheets

Bought and picked up a dresser off Craigslist

Painted a wicker table

Painted the new dresser

Hung a bird feeder high up in a tree

Took another trip to the store to buy bird food, and filled the feeder (had to be on a ladder to do this)

Painted my front door (it looks like heck by the way, so I'm gonna have to paint it again)

Cleaned up all the messes from my paint projects

Walked the dog in the dark

And now lookee here- I'm bloggin!

Worse than water

On Fridays Roman and his friend Logan have playdates. When they are at Julie's house, there is nary a problem. When they are at my house, all heck breaks loose.
So Logan was over here on Friday, and he and Roman were playing nicely. Then Roman walked into my room and I asked him what he and Logan were doing. "Playing,"he said. "Oh?" I asked. "What are you playing?" "Little People," he answered. Okay. Good. They can't get into much trouble with Little People.

Or so I thought.

Roman went back into his room and a moment later I heard Roman say to Logan, "No! You're gonna get it wet!"

"AH HA!" I thought. 'They're playing with water! I've caught them! And early enough that there can't be much mess!" He was, after all, just in my room. So I marched in there ready to take away the cup of water that they had probably sneaked (snuck?) in there from the bathroom. As I opened the door, Roman dove under his bed with the contraband. And it was not water. Oh no. It was much, much worse. Here, I'll give you a clue:

Any guesses?

It wasn't these red hot atomic bomb jawbreakers which they apparently tried first and then decided against-

Here you go.

This was after I drug Roman out from under the bed with the jar of peanut butter in his hands. Apparently our games of hide and seek, where he hides under the bed every time and I come into his room and check everywhere else first while saying, "Where is that Roman?", have convinced him that he is virtually invisible under there. Roman saw the camera and immediately started smiling about it, but I did my best to remain angry while saying in my meanest voice, "Stop smiling! This is not funny! And hold your hands up so you don't get everything messy!" (and so I can get a picture) "You are very naughty boys!" Click.

This is his smile starting to fade when he realized I really was not happy, even though I had a camera in my hand.

I made him try to scrub it off himself. That frustrated him. And I was GLAD. GLAD!!For all the mess they had on themselves, there were only a couple little streaks on the carpet from where Roman's arms hit as he lurched under the bed. I think there was probably a little around the room that I didn't see too, since I caught Chester in there a while later licking the toys, but he cleaned it up well, because I haven't seen any since.

*sigh*

A day in the life with Roman.

Rubbin' corner

When Roman was born more than 3 years ago, a friend from my ward sewed him a baby blanket. It is yellow on one side and white with pastel alphabet letters on the other. Or, it used to be. Roman has loved it and carried it around with him every day of his life. He uses it at night to snuggle and he rubs one corner against his nose while he sucks his thumb. After 3 years, it's hella nasty, and looks disgusting even straight out of the wash, but oh how he loves it. This is his favorite corner of the blanket. What caused him to actually pick a favorite corner, I do not know, but now it's obvious which one it is. He actually rubbed it so much that it wore right through. Now we just call his little snuggle routine "rubbin' corner"- as in, "Hey Roman, do you want to go to bed and rub some corner?" or if you see him snuggling his blanket and ask him what he's doing he'll say, "Rubbin' corner."
It's cute that he has a lovey.

I think I'm an antique

Mom, right now we're studying Greek mythology, and then we're gonna study
Medieval times, and then we're gonna study, like, a little bit before you were
born.

Free ice cream and toilet spray

The high and low of my day. Free Ben and Jerry's ice cream! Yay! I took the kids after school and we all sat outside in the beautiful weather and ate our treats. I had cheesecake brownie, which was not as good as I had hoped, but hey, cheesecake and brownies even in a not-as-good-as-I-had-hoped-kind-of-way is still pretty darn good.
There were a ton of people there and some 20-ish looking girls came and stood on the stairs out front where little Dario had been sliding down the rail as the rest of us finished our ice cream. They started up a conversation and it must have interested him because he got off the rail and actually stood right there in their little circle and stared at them as they talked, until I finally pulled him away.

After getting ice cream we headed over to the library to check out some books and movies. While we were there Roman had to go to the bathroom. (Hallelujah he's finally potty-trained!) So we went into the restroom and squeezed into one of their tiny stalls, since the larger handicapped one was being used. He did his thing and then needed help to pull up his underwear, so I squatted down to help him and the darn automatic toilet went off just as I bent down. I hate those things. They're always going off at the wrong time and sucking the toilet seat cover down, or giving me the bidet-effect, or, today, spraying me in the face! I've kindly drawn you an artistic re-creation of the horrid event:And yes, his real-life butt cheeks really are that cute.

Dario Jr.'s 6th birthday party

Dario Jr.'s birthday was on the 15th, but he chose not to have a big birthday party. He said he's rather just take a couple of his closest friends and go to Texas Jumping Beans, which is a place they have all sorts of inflatable jumpy things like this:

After putting this little get-together off for 2 weeks, one because of scheduling conflicts and the other because Dario came down with strep throat, we finally got to go. Dario and his friends had a great time jumping and chasing each other around. And we got really lucky that day because the owner's wife came in and did free face painting.

Dario wanted to be a skeleton. Gabby chose something more pretty.
The kids actually jumped for about 3 1/2 hours! Then we left to get pizza. I thought I'd pick up pizza at Little Caesar's since they are supposed to have them "hot and ready". That didn't work out quite as planned however. There were a bunch of morons working there and they had an entire warmer FULL of pizza, but handed out none until they had at least 10 orders backed up, because they took too many orders and got mixed up. Then when they finally came down the line and I was next, they skipped me and served the next 4 people before I demanded to see the manager. So we got our pizza in after about 45 minutes. The kids were starving and hot. But all was well once we got home. The boys ate and played around a little.Then we had Dario blow out 6 candles on 6 separate cupcakes. No trick candles this time.
After all that, Dario opened gifts and the boys all took turns playing with the new toys. It went great and Dario and the other kids had a wonderful day.

My kids? Competitive? Nah!

Tonight we were playing a card game with the kids. After a few rounds little Dario and Roman got tired of playing and decided to just watch Dario, Gabby, and me play the remainder of the game. The game was dragging on for a long while with no end in sight and I was trying to do things to make it easier for more cards to get played, but Dario would do no such thing. So since he was going to play for the win no matter what, Gabby and I decided to gang up and help each other just so he wouldn't win. In the meantime, little Dario decided that he was on his dad's team. He cheered and taunted and made an evil little laugh every time Dario made a good play. Well, Gabby and I managed to turn things our way, and as I was laying down the winning card, little Dario popped up off of his dad's lap and shouted, "I'm on Mommy's team!"

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Roman loves to do puzzles, so I spend a lot of time in his room these days assembling jungle animal scenes and the like. It can get kind of repetitive at times, so the other day I tried to spice things up a little. And for those of you who know me or read my blog on any sort of a regular basis, you'll know that I love to tease my kids. So we were putting together a puzzle and when it got down to the last piece I grabbed it and put it in place really fast and shouted, "I win!" Roman really got into it after that and it became a contest as to who could get the last piece. But after a few rounds of that things began to get out of hand. Roman started to get really ticked off when I'd grab the last piece, and he'd start screaming. So I explained to him that puzzles aren't really for winning or losing and that it was just fun to do them together. He agreed and we started another puzzle. When it got down to the last piece I had it in my hand and, trying to make sure I had gotten my point across, I said, "Am I going to win when I put this piece in?" I was glad to see that he understood when he shook his head and replied, "No. Puzzles aren't for winning mommy. They're just for fun." After that answer I knew that he had understood so as a gesture of good will I handed him the last piece and said, "Here Roman. You want to put it in?" "Sure," he nodded. Then he took the piece and, frantically shoving it in place, screamed, "I WIN!"

Happy Birthday Mank!

Yesterday was little Dario's 6th birthday. We kept it pretty low-key, and it was just a nice relaxing day. I had set out Dario's gift on the kitchen table so he would see it when he got home, but when he arrived from school he stopped by the door and asked me if we had gotten him a present. Since he hadn't seen it yet I thought I'd mess with him a little.

I said, "No, that's just for friends to do at parties."

"No. Did you get me a present?" he asked.

"No, I told you. That's just just for friends to do at parties."

"You really didn't? Why?"

"Well, I just didn't really feel like it. Maybe next time."

"Mom..."

That was fun, and I could have gone on with it for a while, but then Gabby came in and asked him if he had opened his gift yet. (She had already gone into the kitchen.) Darn it!

We let Dario open his gift, which was a couple of remote control bumper cars that you try to ram them into buttons they each have on the sides of the cars and when you hit a button the driver screams and is ejected from the car. He liked it, but unfortunately so did Roman, who has spent a lot of time screaming that he wants it and that it's his turn.

After he opened his gift and played for a while, we all went to the movies and watched "The Spiderwick Chronicles", which was good, but I had no idea there would be so many scary goblins and ogres trying to do bodily harm to nice people. I expected at least one, if not two, little boys creeping into my room last night, and I was right. Roman did come in.

When we got home the kids played bumper cars some more and jumped on the trampoline, and then we lit the candles on Dario's cake and sang "Happy Birthday". (If you're wondering if I skipped writing about dinner because that's boring, no need to wonder. Dinner was popcorn and candy at the theater. I'm such a good mom.) We used trick candles on the cake, and Dario told little Dario that if he could blow out all his candles on the first try we'd give him $20. He was excited about that prospect, and both Dario and I were very worried we'd actually have to pay out when we lit the candles and there were no tell-tale sparks coming from them. But it seems that trick candles have come a long way since I was a kid, and they no longer pop and sizzle when you light them. He blew them all out multiple times and they just lit right back up. It was quite entertaining. Little Dario had never seen them before so he had absolutely no idea what was going on. It was pretty funny and I got it all on video. And maybe someday I'll actually get it added onto this post, but for now I've given up trying. (I actually wrote this post last night and fell asleep while Dario was trying to figure out how to get the video edited.)

I asked Dario what the best part about being six was, and he said, "I'm almost 8 so I can be baptized, and I get to be the same age as some of my friends." Sounds pretty good to me. Happy Birthday Monkey Mank!

He put his finger where?!?

When I was out running yesterday I saw a smashed armadillo on the road, and first I thought "Yuck, that looks sick", but then I was wondering what armadillo actually tastes like. I mean, it's GOT to be good, because the measures my father-in-law went to to actually catch one of those babies for a meal when he lived in Argentina are great. Let me explain.

According to my father-in-law, armadillos are a delicacy. When he was growing up in Argentina they were always on the lookout for armadillos. Mostly they'd see them while driving along a road somewhere. When they spotted one they'd immediately pull the car over and hop out and give chase. Armadillos are fast runners, and they're really fast diggers. In the event that they were able to outrun or corner an armadillo, it would immediately start digging. So it had to be stopped somehow.

And this is the part that I'm speaking of when I say he went to great measures.

In order to stop the armadillo from digging, he had to put his finger....

um, how do I say this....

...where the sun don't shine. You know, the back door. IN his behind. Yes. That's right.

But if you stop to think about it, this really does make sense. I mean, if someone did that to you, you'd stop digging, wouldn't you?

So then they had it, and they'd take it home and put it in a cage, with a bottom of course so it couldn't dig out, and take it out when they were ready to eat him. And then if they were really feeling industrious, they'd make a guitar out of its shell. So they got a great meal AND a musical instrument. Pretty nifty, but let me tell you, that meat would have to be awfully tasty to get me to go to those lengths to get some.

Throwing things is therapeutic

This is our shoe basket. It has been placed under a table right by the front door so when we come into the house we can just throw our shoes in and have them out of the way. I bought this basket because apparently the shoe rack that I had there before was too much effort. You know, having to actually set the shoes down on it and all. This basket only required tossing, which I thought was a fair compromise between me wanting things neat and the rest of my family wanting to be lazy, uh, I mean, wanting ease of use. But do you see those shoes that are not in the basket? (And believe me folks, it's usually much worse than this. There are normally about 3 pairs of my husband's shoes lying somewhere in the vicinity of the basket, much like his clothes that are thrown in the vicinity of the hamper. But I digress...) And this was making me very mad. UNTIL, I found a solution to relieve my anger. And it actually works. All I do is pick up those shoes and chuck them into the garage, preferably slinging the matching pairs into opposite corners. No more nagging, and you wouldn't believe how nice it feels to throw things. Not quite as satisfying as dishes would be, but then, I'd have to clean that mess up, so this really is even better. My family now knows where to look if they can't find their shoes in the basket, and I don't have to hear a word about it, because they know why. So far it hasn't helped shoes make it into their proper place more often, but that's okay, because whenever I'm irked about something, I just go look for some therapy in the vicinity of the basket.

No longer a bumbling toothfairy trainee

After approximately 5 years of training (my best guess as to when Gabby started losing teeth), I think I'm finally starting to get this down. Dario Jr. lost yet another tooth. I begged him to try to keep it in just long enough for family pictures, (4! missing teeth, looks like someone punched him in the mouth!), but he gave me some bunk 5 year old excuse about his gums giving out and yada yada yada. Whatever. Always thinking of himself. Hurumph!

Anyway, as I was saying. Thanks to the intensive 4 teeth in a row training I've gotten as of late, I'm starting to work out a system. We're now leaving the tooth smack dab in the middle of the kitchen island where I won't forget, and we're also putting it in water that has food coloring in it so I won't drink it.

When Dario woke up there were 4 shiny quarters at the bottom of the glass, and all was well in the world. Hoo-RAY for me.

Why yes, I do enjoy being frustrated.

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Does Jesus pay HOA dues?

Roman is getting really good at recognizing places around town, and can even tell me where to turn to get home sometimes. The other day we were driving down a road and passed the entrance to our subdivison, and Roman pointed and said, "Our house is over there, Mom."
"Yep, that's our neighborhood, son," I said. Then he pointed up to the sky and said, "And that's Jesus' neighborhood."

Determined to be miserable

A conversation from tonight in the van after dropping off Gabby for Activity Days

Dario: *pitiful sigh* "Mom, when will I be old enough
to go to Activity Days?"

Me: "Activity Days is for girls, Dario. But when you're 8 years
old you can go to boy scouts."

Dario: "No. I don't want to go to boy scouts. I'm not going to
go."

Me: "Yes you will. They do activities just like the girls only
it's with all boys."

Dario: "Well I don't like it and I'm not going."

Me: "Yep, you will go, and I'm sure you'll like it."

Dario: "NO! I don't want to go!" *starts to cry* "Why should I?
What's in it for me?"

Me: "Fun. That's what's in it for you."

Dario: "I HATE fun!"

Easter

We had a really nice Easter this year. We did all the fun stuff , like dying eggs and having an egg hunt and seeing the Easter bunny, but we tried to focus on the true meaning of the holiday as well, and talked a lot about Christ's resurrection and what that meant for us. It was a nice balance and made for a wonderful day.

This picture is from the neighborhood egg hunt. I asked my husband to get pictures of all the kids with the Easter bunny. This is what I got. Geesh. Husbands.

The hardest part for Roman was having the patience to wait for the egg to be colored.

Little Dario was SO proud of his painted egg.

Dario painting an egg. Every year he finds a new way to decorate. I thought I was fancy using some oil in a couple of the cups to get a tie-dye effect, but NO. He's gotta embellish with paint or stickers or crayon or rubberbands or whatever. Outdoes me every time.

THE HUNT on Easter morning

Gabby was all excited that she found the golden egg, because last year we put money in it. Oops, we didn't do that this year and I didn't realize that egg got stuffed and mixed in with the rest. She was a good sport about it though.

Happy kids with lots of loot.

Notice that this tray has two empty spots. We couldn't find the last two eggs, so either some animal ate them or we're going to find a couple of nasty rotten smelly surprises in our yard soon.