
This child was anything but cooperative over the last 2 days.

That boy seemed to think the easter egg hung was a special event reserved for his high-ness. With every egg that Monkey Girl or Lulu found, that boy screamed in terror! "Look at me! I don't have anyfing!" or "NOOOOOO! That was mine!" It never failed.

I was the host, or rather hostess this easter, and spent pretty much all of my day in the kitchen. Don't get me wrong, I loved making dinner for everyone, trying some new things. But, it just baffles me at how you can spend a whole day cooking, only to serve and be done with the meal within 30 minutes, kids, I'll give them 5 minutes, and then be off to clear the table and wash dishes...remaining IN THE KITCHEN. Not my idea of a grand 'ol time. But, dinner was very good, and I think everyone enjoyed it. I cooked a ham coated in brown sugar, citrus roasted asparagus, maple glazed new potatoes, and some very yummy orange-raisin bread from scratch.
We ended the afternoon playing with a balloon. WHAT? Yeah, kids blew up a balloon, and we all ended up somehow gathered in the living room tossing a balloon around. EVERYONE! Kids loved this. Especially the boy, and Lulu...after she finished with one of her many tantrums.
Why does a holiday always bring out the worst in a child???
Now, I am cursing at the skies for the torrents of rain all day yesterday, only to have had beautiful
blue skies with bright shining sun the day before, and, you guessed it... TODAY!