Things all went awry yesterday. Nate took the day off, to recover from his 8 days-out-of-10-on-the-road-stint. We took both kids to the Dr. for the coughs-that-would-not-end (thanks, sucky, cold, PA spring weather). We had 9 yards of mulch delivered. We delighted in the idea of getting a ton of yard work done while the kids were napping. Kids went to bed. Nate to the gym, briefly. Me to the yard. I came inside to get some water after about an hour of weeding to hear both kids awake. Wha? I ran upstairs to find Luke IN Julia's crib with her, both wide awake. (Yes, we are the parents who don't use baby monitors). Luke (my always 3-4 hour napper) had either never gone to sleep, or else woken up unfathomably early, and decided that Jules would make a great "supposed to be napping" playmate. I groaned. I got them both up, and out, and tried to do more yard work. 9 yards of mulch is a veritable mountain of mulch, I came to learn.
Kids played (aka ate mulch, beheaded tulips, and Luke decorated his sister with handful after handful of mulch). We worked. The joy of new construction is a horror of a yard and never ending lists of "to do's".
At some point I came inside and started to get dinner ready. I turned on the Masters, one of my all time favorite Spring delights. As Julia banged away at pots and pans at my feet, Luke got really strangely silent. I wandered into the living room to check on him, to find him securely cuddled up in the big chair, sound asleep. My sweet son had gotten into my favorite golf watching position, and sucked his thumb, and been lulled into the sweetest sleep known to man ~ golf sleep. There is nothing quite like laying down with some great golf on and taking a snooze. I hope with all of my heart that this is but one of MANY great golf snoozes that you fall into in your life, Luke. I had to take a pic. Your first Masters watching. He watched some more today....and every time someone makes a putt he claps and says "Yay!" and every time someone misses he shouts "Ammost!". I love it.
Tomorrow is Easter. I remember back to last Easter, when we celebrated with a not quite yet 4 day old baby at my Mom and Dad's. Our neighbor brought us a homemade bunny cake last year, and again this year. We attacked that sweet bunny cake today at snack time (yes, Luke is pants less....and yes, "no pee pee on CAKE!" was uttered.)
Tastiest bunny I have ever eaten :)
Tomorrow we celebrate Luke's third Easter, and Julia's second. It hit me on Thursday that "Oh SNAP! I'm a MOM. I am supposed to have EASTER BASKETS!". So I ran out and grabbed Jules a pink pail to match Luke's blue one, and a few things to stuff them with, and came home. This whole Easter thing snuck up on me this year, with the wedding a week before it. So it's Easter Eve. The little Easter buckets are all ready to go. The morning will be crazy with church, a visit to Mom Mom and Pop Pops, home for naps, and then off to Kevin and Meredith's for some Easter dinner and cousin chaos/delight. Happy Easter all. Happy Masters. Happy yard work.
