For Owen's first four Easters, we either skipped the egg hunt altogether or filled the eggs with Cheerios.
He didn't know what he was missing, it was a lot less expensive, and I've never seen a kid come down from a wicked Cheerio high.
Well, the genie has been released from the bottle for sure. On Thursday, he had two Easter Egg Hunts back-to-back (for preschool and at a friend's house). He had Chocolate! Jelly beans! Nerds! Peeps!
I believe that an eggful of Cheerios at this point would be the Easter Bunny's version of a lump of coal.
Well, we had a good run.
Another residual of these hunts is that Owen got his first candy necklace.
Those who know me understand that I have very weird, specific rules about jewelry. I've always hated necklaces to the point that I would cry when forced to wear one as a child. I didn't get my ears pierced until I was in high school. I can't drink wine out of a glass if it has a charm on it.
I know, it's quirky.
Paul bought me a black pearl on a silver chain when he was in Hawaii. I love it because it comes from him, so I'm willingly wearing a necklace for the first time in my life. Still, it's hard. I'll feel it around my neck and I'll panic, as if I'm choking.
Anyway, it goes without saying that I cannot abide jewelry on men. It was a deal-breaker back in my dating days.
You know where this is going. Owen LOVES his candy necklace. He wears it everywhere.
I'm trying to be cool about it, because if he catches wind of my bizarre little phobia, he will choose to look like Mr. T when he's in middle school.
Regardless of your personal political views, I think that most people can get behind the idea that Michelle Obama is an attractive lady. I've declared this summer to be My Summer of Michelle---I will have her arms, her sundresses, and her cute cardigans.
I've been working on the arms, and I bought two skirts at Old Navy yesterday.
I fear, however, that the look I am rocking is more extremist religious sect and less classy, carefree chic.
There's one thing I didn't know about wearing skirts. Skirts=Inner Thigh Chub Rub.
I'm not in love with this development.
Paul was in a four-car car crash Wednesday morning. Nobody was seriously hurt. Paul is fine. We just found out that the car will be repaired, which is a surprise. We were sure it was totalled.
Occasionally, that thin veil between safe and dangerous, life and death, joy and despair becomes a bit more transparent. Thank God Paul stayed on the safe, alive, and happy side of the veil.
Until next time, may all your cars be safe, all your candy necklaces in place, and your eggs filled with the best Cheerios money can buy.
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