Happy Belated Easter!

We can never seem to take good Easter family photo.  This was the best of the bunch.

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We usually prepare a basketful of eggs the night before Easter and we find the eggs scattered around the yard, presumably by the Easter Bunny, the next morning.

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We had a few additional kids, cousins and friends join us this year for the egg hunt.

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Peanut looking very serious as she hunted for eggs.

 

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I did it a little differently this year in order to cut down on the number of candy.  I bought some bigger treats and prizes like chalk, plant starters, bubbles, etc as well as little candy treats.  The names of the bigger prizes were written on pieces of paper and hidden inside various eggs and the kids got whatever prizes were written on the eggs they found.

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Parenting Soso vs. Peanut

Imagine parenting over the years as a road… this is the difference between Soso and Peanut.

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What’s prompted my attempt at drawing? Because mere words are not enough. There’s always something with Peanut… Most of it is not her fault and beyond her control, but that doesn’t alleviate the frustration.

The latest drama is bed wetting… going on 2 weeks now. We’ve done everything we’re supposed to do, including limit water close to bed time, pottying her before, and we’ve even resorted to waking her up in the middle of the night to potty… and of course, she still wets the bed, but now at 5 AM. I just don’t understand what’s going on with her body that all of sudden she’s lacking any control over her bladder in the night. Today was the last straw. She had peed twice before bed, peed at 2:30AM and she still had an accident at 5 AM. Tonight she’s going back to diapers. We just cannot continue to deal with all the laundry, the changing of clothes, washing, the crying and the sleep deprivation.

Sad April Fool’s Day

Today’s the 3 year anniversary of my mom passing.  It felt like a bad joke then and it still feels a little like a bad joke now.  She didn’t get to celebrate her 75th birthday or see me turn 40 or Soso turn 10. She never met Peanut.  There are so many things we didn’t get a chance to do.  I miss her so much.

I love you Mom.  I miss you.  You would have gotten a kick out of Peanut who’s the opposite end of the spectrum in personality to Soso.  You would have been proud of the young lady Soso is becoming.  I hope you’re up there, putting in a good word for us, especially for your two granddaughters.