My kids are on spring break this week which means they are visiting my parents house in Virginia (they do this every year, Rob and I both stay home to work). For the first time ever, Violet is sleeping over with grandma too. I’m trying not to be too paranoid about her being away from me. A few people have asked about her health post surgery, and I haven’t had a chance to make a long post explaining it. The summary of the story is that the chance of a reoccurrence is something like 1-5% in her lifetime, or in other words, very slim. But good luck convincing me not to worry.
My main goal for the week is to try not to call and check on her every 30 seconds. I called earlier and James said they were about to go on a bike ride so I’m going to give it at least 20 minutes before I call again. Kidding! Just kidding! Kind of.
My other goal for the week is, as usual, house things. Rob and I hit up Home Depot last night for a few fruit trees which we need to get in the ground ASAP. At our old place we had plants stolen from our yard on several occasions when they weren’t planted quickly enough, so getting those baby trees into the ground is top priority for tonight.
Just for fun, here are a few Easter pictures from my parents house over the weekend. We all went down Friday night to celebrate Easter, than Rob and I headed home Sunday evening by ourselves.
You’ll never believe this coincidence: The Easter Bunny just so happened to leave each of my children their very own plant, and by pure luck all three just happened to be plants I had been planning to eventually plant in our garden… as Mariyah said “Mom this is so lucky! Now you won’t have to buy them!”
12 is a tricky age. I was thinking about that with Easter baskets. In the passed James and Mariyah always received nearly identical things in their baskets. Violet would just get a bunny board book, or a little stuffed animal. Well this year we sort of crossed this bridge, where now Violet and Mariyah receive nearly identical baskets, and a lot of those things felt too young for James (he’s the kind of kid who would never complain, I was just thinking about it myself). Oh well, if nothing else I’m sure he can entertain Violet with that bubble gun for me.
After the kids had found all the eggs one of them was like “This hunt isn’t over, no one found the golden egg yet!” And they all looked at each other and agreed that somewhere there must still be a golden egg. All the adults looked at each other like who the heck made that rule? Thekids searched awhile longer and eventually gave up. No golden eggs for this group.