Back from the abyss

For some odd reason I've been in somewhat of a fog for several days. I haven't read a word since last Wednesday or Thursday.

Spent a good part of Good Friday in Wal*Mart, what was I thinking?

Saturday was family day, which included a trip to Kohl's Early Bird Sale--picked up blue dress shorts for Junior. We're buying them now because we're afraid we wont be able to get them at the end of the summer--they're part of his school uniform for next fall.

My son is very skinny, he's average height for a 4 1/2, but only weighs 38 pounds. I used to worry about this, but our pediatrician reassures me that this is what they prefer to see in children. He wears a size 5 shirt, pretty normal for his age and that fits fine, but he's wearing 4 slim pants, which are too short, but baggy in the waist, even with a belt One of the pairs of shorts we picked up were 2T--the same size that a 2 year old wears, the same size he wore at two. It's impossible to dress the poor kid--he needs a 2T or 3T for the waist but a 5 in length. I'm relieved it spring, he can wear shorts everyday until next October.

At 6 o'clock Easter morning Junior discovered the Easter Bunny had come. The "Easter Bunny" brought some chocolate, but the big hit was "The Big City Engine" from the Thomas the Tank Engine collection. "How did he know I wanted it?" was the first question of the day. "I don't know, honey, I guess he's magic." We even had time for an Easter Egg hunt before heading to Mass.

We went to 7:30 Mass Easter Sunday morning, Junior was good, a little fidgetty but not bad, and considering most of the kids were horrible, that was a pretty good. My husband has the "you'd better sit still or else" look down pat. When I do it, Junior asks why am I giving him the "big eyes" and we both end up laughing. We came home for a pancake breakfast and then headed to my in-laws for Easter Sunday Dinner, and Easter Egg Hunt for the kids.

I was planning on making deviled eggs, but the shells stuck so badly to the colored eggs, that I gave up and am making lots of egg salad for my husband. I think the eggs were too fresh.

I made my artichoke dip instead--big hit, even the SIL from Hell liked it and she hates anything remotely related to me, including my son who she made fun of because he's so skinny--her 2 1/2 year old is wearing 4T and out weighs him by a couple of pounds, but is 4 or so inches shorter, she's a big girl, tall for her age. She's very sweet and loves to follow Junior around, which I know annoys her mother to no end--LOL. She's a cutie with a bobbed haircut and bangs and if you put big glasses on her she'd look like Marcy from the old Peanut cartoons--"Right, Sir." The SILFH doesn't get along with our MIL either, and the funny thing is the little girl looks exactly like our MIL--ah, God has a sense of humor.

I'm rambling on and on about information no one really cares about.

We're heading food shopping this morning and on the way I'm stopping at the UBS, maybe I'll find something new and exciting to read.

Have good one, and happy reading.

Tara