Happy Easter! Last night, Hank, expressed his terror in the Easter Bunny. He asked me if he could either "sleep with us, or have a knife." (Yeah, no matter how many times you read that sentence, that's still what it says.) So, at 7:30 last night we had to call the Easter Bunny hotline (1-800-BUNNY) and leave a message asking him to stop at the driveway and "magically" drop the baskets in our house. We finished up our Easter Eve dinner at Grammie and Grandpa's, Hank and Brody started fighting, and Brody told Hank the bunny wasn't going to bring him a basket when he had "that kind of an attitude." Ahhhh, brotherly love!
I woke this morning and followed my usual "children's holiday' routine. Started some coffee, grabbed my camera, and covered up with a blanket enjoying some quiet time before the Kowboy craziness started. Hank was the first awake (6:30), found ALL the Easter eggs and his basket in record time. He was more than happy at the discovery of chocolate, a basketball, spider-man p.j's and "doggie" movies. Brody was not too far behind and Hank was quick to show him where his basket was. (Which thankfully gave me some time to re-fill/re-hide the Easter eggs for Brods.) Brody grabbed his basket and I heard a loud "ting." He turned toward me and had the cutest look on his face and screamed "the Easter bunny brought me a METAL baseball bat! I've wanted one of these since I was 3!" Ohhhhh, how I love that Herb. Then, round 2 of Easter egg hunting.
As the boys were doing "teamwork" to find the eggs I had one of those mom moments. Ya know, the kind that for a brief second of insanity makes you think "hmmmm...if I had a baby every 5 years for the next 20 years, and Brody had his first child at 25, I would always have small children Easter egg hunting in my living room." Which, of course, was followed with a mental image of what I would look like pregnant with my 7th child at age 53. Not good. However, as I've said before and will say many, many times again, I love this phase of my life. I love snuggling the chocolate smeared, thumb sucking, metal bat holding, dog movie watching boys.
I'm also proud to say that my boys also know that in addition to the bunny, Easter is about Jesus, and being forgiven for our sins. Brody told Hank " Jesus died free (3) days before Easter." To which Hank screamed "I know'd that Brody." Then, Hank asked me about heaven and how we get there. I told him angels help us and he said "do they tie a rope on you and pull you up?" Close Hankie.......close.
