The Easter Bunny Cometh

I showed Snacks the proof this morning:

As you can see, the Easter Bunny came right up our front walk and got ALMOST to our steps before he remembered that he was supposed to go to GRAMPY'S house instead this year, so he turned off to head in that direction.

Fleeting Moments

Snacks climbed into bed with Sissy and me this morning and said, "I love you guys more than anything in the world."

Which I enjoyed for exactly thirty minutes until I was back to my "Worst Mom in the Whole World" status.

Christmas Comes But Once a Year...

I'm having a hard time taking the Christmas tree down this year, which is unusual for me because I've been known to take the tree down and pack everything up as early as Christmas night--ready to be done with the holidays.

But this year the tree was decorated by the kids; adorned with paper chains. I love sitting in my chair next to it at night after everyone else has gone to bed; enjoying it's special beauty and warmth.

It's dropping needles like crazy and the ornaments are finding their way all over the house, but it seems like there will be such a Big Hole after we take it down.

So we're considering hanging Valentines on it...and then maybe Easter eggs...

Mommy's Girl

Sissy has recently taken to getting a book off of the shelf in her room and carrying it into Snacks' room, where she climbs up into the chair at his table and begins "reading" it to herself.

A proud moment for Mommy who's very favorite alone-time pleasure is sneaking away to read a book.

Christmas Star

Snacks and his dad made this Christmas star to go on the top of our tree this year. It's made of cardboard and tinfoil...and a toilet paper roll to hold it onto the tree, which I think was actually Snacks' idea.

It's almost time to take the Christmas tree down and I'm afraid the special star may not be sturdy enough to survive being packed away 'til next year...so I'm saving it here instead.

Sunrise

I called Snacks upstairs this morning to show him the sunrise. When he saw it, he ran downstairs to get Sissy. He lugged her all the way up the stairs--with great effort--so he could share it with her.

Sweet Memories

I want to remember forever that today, at 4 a.m., Snacks and I held hands as we walked across the empty parking lot--our coats over our pajamas; Snacks' fleece pant legs stuffed into his boots--and into the grocery store. We were on a Croup Ride and we decided ice cream was just the thing to make him feel better.

He chose Party Mint, and on the way out we saw a table where he could write a letter to Santa:

Dear Santa,

I will be at home and at Grampy's.

Love,

Snacks

P.S. I want an electric Polar Express Christmas train.

And then we walked out, holding hands across the still-empty lot, to drive home and eat our ice cream for breakfast.