Easter Bunny Photo

I promised the boys a trip to see the Easter Bunny this morning.  But, first, they had to get haircuts.  They love going to the barber shop because Mr. Carmine gives them Tootsie Pops afterward.  They’ll do anything for a lollipop.  It’s a good bargaining tool.

Wildman busied himself trying to find Waldo while we waited for his turn in the barber’s chair.

After the haircuts, I settled the boys into the car with their snacks, lollipops and a Diego DVD.  It was nearing noon by the time I pointed the car toward the mall.  I knew I didn’t have much time before the call for lunch went up.   Preemptive snacks were the way to go.

With it being Spring Break this week, I knew I was taking my chances venturing out to the mall to see the Easter Bunny…  Luckily, there wasn’t much of a wait.  We ended up being second in line.  I was so happy that Cutie Pie was a willing participant.  I wasn’t so sure that he would like sitting on the bunny’s lap this year since he’s a persnickety two-year-old.  However, I promised them both a ride on the Easter train if they were cooperative for the picture.  It must have done the trick because the photo came out pretty cute.  Granted, Cutie Pie looks a little stunned…  but at least he’s not screaming.

I had to take a photo of a photo because our scanner has long since crapped out.  So, the quality of the above image is pretty bad.  At least you get the gist though…

My, how they’ve changed from last year!

Here they are in the caboose of the Bunny Train that looks remarkably like the Christmas Train…  Look how happy Wildman is 🙂


The Mark of a Man

So, I’m chatting with my cousin on the phone while her boys and my boys play on the swing set in our backyard this afternoon.  And she casually mentions that she’s just applied her husband’s Old Spice deodorant because she’s out of her own.

I was immediately appalled and started stammering on the phone.


She was all, “So what if I smell like a dude?  It’s only for one evening.”

I retorted, “You don’t smell like any dude.  You smell like an old dude.  Not cool.  Wait right there.  I’m throwing you some real deodorant over the fence.”

I made my way to the linen cabinet to locate my big-box-store-special multi-pack of girly deodorant.  I broke loose a lovely, original clean scent variety and walked outside.  The kids gave me with a puzzled look through their super hero masks but no one asked why I was walking around with deodorant.  (I guess they’ve seen much crazier stuff around here.)  Well, I marched up to the fence and tossed it right over.

Girls don’t let girls smell like Old Spice.

Consider that your PSA for the day.