Easter Rhymes with Keester

Knocked flat on my keester (that's my hiney, for anyone who's grandfather never used the word keester.) I don't eve know if I'm spelling it correctly. Can't say I recall ever seeing it in print.



Whoa, sidetrack much? To say that I am tired today would be the understatement of the year. I had a rotten night's sleep and I'm quite grumpy this morning. Fortunately, Princess Isabel woke me up fairly nicely. Simple quiet crying was all I heard over the monitors. Definitely not full-on screaming "Get in here and change my poopy diaper, you crazy lady" that the diaper situation I found called for. Let's just say that when my sweet precious angel doesn't have a bowel movement for 24 hours, you DO NOT want to be on diaper duty when things start moving. It took 30 minutes for me to build up an appetite for breakfast afterwards.

Enough about poop. 3 days until Nicholas' birthday. Apparently backwards counting is really not his thing. I finally had him ready to admit that yesterday was 4 days until his birthday. I asked, "How many days will be left until your birthday tomorrow?" To which he promptly answered, "Five!"



He's still asleep, by the way. After all his excitement to search for Easter eggs, the kid is still in the bed. His sister and I tried to wake him up earlier. He cracked one eye open and promptly covered his head and rolled over. Maybe he had a late night partying while he's still 3 (for 3 more days, for those of you who aren't following...) Maybe I'll try to stuff & hide the eggs while he's still asleep.

Here's my question for the day: Does anyone out there actually hide hard-boiled eggs instead of (or along with) plastic eggs for Easter?

Ciao for now!

Blogging Rhymes with Jogging

Once upon a time in a faraway place, there was a Mama of two monkeys. She spent her days at her Marketing job and her nights as a zookeeper at the Esparza Family Zoo. An old friend invited her to check out her blog on Blogspot, and... well, here we are. Ok, so once upon a time wasn't too far into the distant past. Good marketing is sometimes misleading. What are you gonna do?

So here I am, wondering if this will be a project I start and then never return to. Sounds cool now, but turns into a lot of work for a woman without much free time on her hands. I guess we'll just have to wait it out and see if my life is actually interesting enough for my friends to check in and read about it. (That will also be a test of whether or not my friends' lives are interesting enough to keep them too busy to have time to ready about my (possibly) interesting life.)

Still with me? Yes answers are a good sign...

So today is Saturday. Nicholas turns 4 in 4 days. Try explaining this to an (almost) 4 year old. Yesterday it was 5 days, so naturally my (almost) 4 year old spent the morning arguing with me that his birthday is in 5 days, not 4. Of course this is the same child who will tell you that his sister was in my tummy 2 weeks (ahem, 7 months) ago. If I had his sense of time, my boss would have fired me 2 weeks (uh, 2 years) ago.

Isabel is growing like a weed. I hear that's a common symptom of most infants. To be so small, the kid can put away some food. And I'm starting to realize we pay as much for her food as we do for our own. Quite disproportionate, really.

Easter is tomorrow. We have no significant plans made. My mother is not doing her traditional Easter dinner, so the kids and I are just hanging around the house. Carlos has to work, but that's no surprise. I bought a small pack of plastic eggs to fill with coins and hide around the back yard. I think Melissa might come over to watch him find them. Maybe I can convince her to go out for a late lunch/early dinner with us.

Ok, here's my question for the day - in your family, is it custom to fill the eggs with candy, money, or both?

Ta-ta for now!