Jelly Bean Eggs

We made our construction paper Easter eggs this week.

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I think we did more this time than ever before.

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The first year, we mostly just decorated the eggs.

Now, our tradition is to write on them.

The boy does most of it.

Here are a few of my favorites:

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He also made a couple of really LARGE eggs:

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I wrote on a few of them too:

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We also played with balloons this week.

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And we made a bed on the stairs.

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What did you do?

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Eggs, Crystal Climbers and Julia

Eggs

The little boy is very determined to decorate for Easter.

Everyday, he makes me cut out eggs from colored construction paper – dozens and dozens of eggs.

He scribbles little words or pictures on some and on the others, he wants “Mommy words.”

He frequently interrupts my writing and asks me to add a word or even to write something else entirely.

Because of that, the eggs don’t always make a lot of sense.

He writes his name on most of them and then insists on reading each one aloud.

It has actually been a great way to help him learn some new words.

His reading has improved by leaps and bounds this school year.

He loves this egg activity and we’ve done it every afternoon for a week now.

One day, I felt so wasteful that I pulled my traffic school pages out of the recycle bin and cut eggs from them too.

He decorated their plain sides, but he taped them backwards, so now we have California traffic code on our wall.

I don’t know what he remembers or believes about the Easter Bunny, but he sure has holiday spirit.

He decorates for every season and seems very invested in cutting and pasting and taping and stapling.

Every bit of it goes up on the wall or hangs from the chandelier.

It’s serious business.

As much as I don’t prefer the look of our front room a lot of the time, I am cheered by his purposeful effort to make our house into a home.

He puts his stamp on everything and takes pride in his work.

How can I be bothered by that?

Crystal Climbers

For Christmas, we got him a box of Crystal Climbers from Lakeshore Learning.

He plays with them once a week or so.

They’re not a hugely exciting toy, but he makes the most of them.

Last week, he was quietly playing with them in the front room while I was busy in the kitchen.

When I walked back to see how he was doing, he was just coming down the stairs.

He had gone to get the tape from my sewing table.

Groovy, man.

Getting the tape out of his hair made us both laugh.

Oh, how I love this little boy.

Happy Wednesday!

P.S.  Have any of you read The Reader?  Is it worth keeping in my someday pile?  You know, that’s the ginormous heap of books on top of the piano that I’d like to get to, but probably never will.  I have one friend who didn’t like the book or the movie.  What do you think?

P.P.S.  Julia Child is alive and well and showing her stuff, right in our own front yard.  Lovely.

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Hodge Podge

The little boy…

got to go to the principal’s office and choose an excellent behavior reward from the goodie box yesterday.  Woohoo!

And this morning, he made it through all of the red traffic lights between our home and the school without one tantrum.  No kicking.  No yelling.  No screaming.  No “water out the eyes.”

I made a deal with him last night.  If he could wait nicely at the lights this morning, I would buy him the brand new twisty light he admires at the store everyday.

Well, kiss my Blarney Stone, he was an angel!  Now his room will be lit with soft green before bedtime.  So appropriate for St. Patrick’s Day!

Traffic School…

I put my certificate of completion in the mail to the court this morning.  Finally!

I sent it certified, return receipt, and signature requested.  I didn’t say “please.”

Aaaah.

Can you hear my deep sigh of relief?

Over.  Done.  Yippee!

Things on the desk in front of me:

empty M&Ms wrapper

advertisement from Cheez-It urging me to vote on their new flavors (The boy likes the Colby cheese variety and says the Romano and Asiago taste like butter.)

half of a broken nail file

a box of Super Mario fruit snacks

Andy, the cast iron Black Sheep (Scroll down to the bottom of the Rose Bowl post to see his picture.)

a large black screw (It looks important, but I don’t know what it came from.  I will probably find out by having a chair break under me or a cupboard door fall off its frame when I open it.)

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the bottom half of an old bicycle bell (Husband, do you know where the top half went?)

Smucker’s coupon with recipe for Raspberry Balsamic Glazed Chicken

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crossword puzzle book

Bustani Plant Farm catalog (Husband LOVES this place.)

a business card for jordan grace owens

lip gloss

a peppermint (No, wait, now there’s just the wrapper. 😀 )

husband’s headset  (When I’m trying to watch “my stories,” he spares me the sounds of combat from Starcrapcraft II.)

a lego man

an aqua lava lamp (husband’s – from college)

J.R. Watkins Shea Butter Lemon Cream (So lovely, lemony and luxurious for hands, elbows & tired tootsies.  They’re not paying me to say that, but I figure if I can get you to like it too, then they’ll keep making it.  Please buy some now.  😀  Thank you.  Oh, and by the way, Leighann, I was wrong.  😳  They just re-named it to “Body Cream” instead of “Hand Cream.”  Thank God and Watkins.)

Cats…

Two of my cats are snoring.

I take that back.

One of my cats is snoring.  But he’s so fat and ill-constructed that he’s making two different noises at the same time.

And fyi – he’s also the one who passes gas.

Easter…

I am obsessed with the $1.49 ceramic egg cups at the grocery store.  No one buys them.  Except for me.  🙂

I hate eggs, but I love those little cups in all their pastel hues.  I have six.  I want more.

They have some with polka dots too, but I haven’t brought home any of those.  Yet.

I don’t know why I like them so.  Or maybe I do…

They’re little.  That’s a plus.

They’re sweet.  Double Plus.

They’re whimsical.  Major plus.

They’re affordable.  Well, they are, until you start buying them in bulk.  Truly I haven’t.  Yet.

This is really just an occasional indulgence.  I started getting them last year.

But remember, I’m in the store everyday with the boy.

He likes light bulbs.  I like egg cups.

The obsessive compulsive-ish-osity-ness never falls far from the tree?

Oh, and thank you to Carol, who long ago gave me the Easter Chick tea light candles.  ♥  I love them!

Okay, that’s it.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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