We had an "egg"cellent Easter day! We started the morning off by opening our Easter baskets. Brady immediately wanted to put on his new Batman pajamas that the Easter Bunny somehow knew that he would love. Cash became a master of opening eggs and eating the munchies inside (goldfish, cheese nips, graham bunnies). The rest of the day was spent indoors because of the crummy weather. Brady helped Daddy make bunny pancakes with jelly beans and Mommy make Easter egg cookies. Question of the day: "Are these beans made out of jelly?" We then dyed eggs and filled the day with countless egg hunts, Easter egg tosses, spoon races, balloon races, and crafts. Needless to say, this Easter bunny was "egg"hausted!
Saturday, I had an "egg"citing time with the boys at the Good Shepherd UMC Egg Hunt (Brady's School). We played games, bounced in moonwalks, giggled with a clown (Brady's teacher), explored a firetruck, and took our picture with the Easter Bunny. Cash warmed up a little to the Bunny today, long enough for me to take his picture. Brady was the egg hunt champion with a basket full of eggs amongst tons of other kids. Cash, on the other hand, just wanted to plop on his tooshie and play with the few eggs around him. We had many trial runs getting ready for the big hunt because Brady had a difficult time earlier in the week at school when he only found three eggs. After lots of practicing, we finally taught Brady to look at his prizes when the hunt was over instead of examining each egg as he put it in his basket. When the big egg hunt was over, Brady ran at me with a huge smile and screamed, "Mommy, I found WAY MORE than three eggs!"
Wednesday, I took the boys to the Hippity Hop at my old community center. I had fun seeing all of my old friends and the boys had a good time playing games, going on a hayride, and visiting with the Easter Bunny. Actually, Brady enjoyed it but Cash just screamed at the sight of the Bunny. It was pretty funny when the Easter Bunny reminded me that just a couple of years ago it was Brady that would not go near her. How bad the screams must've been if even the Easter Bunny remembered Brady. Ha!
All good! No stitches. But guess where Mommy put Brady to sleep tonight...the safe haven below ( luckily, he fell asleep in the car on the way home so it wasn't an issue).
As I walked into Brady's room to kiss him goodnight, this is what I saw:
then this:
AHHHHH! I had the ladder hidden in the guest room closet since we purchased the beds. But for some reason tonight, it magically appeared. Greg swears that HE asked for the ladder and HE wanted to sleep on the top bunk. This monumental event wasn't supposed to happen until Brady was five or so. Or, at least until the little flopper stopped waking up with his head at the foot of the bed. It was my understanding that Brady didn't even know that was a bed up there. Leave it to Good ol' Daddy! I'm hoping he won't be able to scale the side of the railing in his sleep and fall off (Brady has been know to climb up on top of three pillows while dreaming in lalaland). I'll let you know how many stitches we had to get in the morning.
Frogs and snails and puppy dog tails, this is what little boys are made of...sweet Brady Bear is six years old and precious Casharoo is four years old and growing bigger everyday!