So, I’m sick again. The day after we got back from our trip I came down with some flu-like illness that totally knocked me on my butt. I suffered through that mess for a few days, only to emerge with another cold! Apparently my immune system decided to take an extended vacation. Anyway, I’ve been pretty miserable. But today is Easter and I was determined it would be a great day.

We started off with Easter baskets. My sweet mom still makes us all Easter baskets. I think she always will. I’m okay with that. And of course she and Ryan’s mom loaded up Wyatt’s with lots of goodies. But what does he see first? His new big boy cup. Which he promptly tries to take a sip out of.

When we stopped laughing, we filled it with water for him.

Ryan put the bunny ears on, probably hoping I wouldn’t take pictures. Or at least hoping I wouldn’t post them. Heh.

We did a lot of sitting around while Wyatt explored his new stuff.

But we got in on the action every once in a while.

The biggest hit of the day though? Plastic food from Grandma Sandy. He loves it.

I’d had big plans for getting the tripod out and taking pictures of all of us together today. But seriously, no one needs to see how I look right now. So I took 500 pictures of just Wyatt. The bow tie was a source of contention at first. But he warmed up to it.

He didn’t even fight us too much when we put the bunny ears on him. An Easter miracle.

After lunch and a nap, we went “hunting” for eggs in the backyard.

And by hunting, I mean we pointed out every single egg to him. Otherwise he wasn’t interested.

And where was Dewey during all this, you ask? Rolling around in the leaves. Getting dirty. Generally being a dog.

At one point Wyatt went over to the door and sat down. Actually, he backed up to the door. From like 10 feet away. I don’t know. I’ll never know.

And this is the point where my picture posting is bordering on excessive. But I can’t stop. Because, just look at him.

Plus, it’d be a crime if I didn’t show you him talking on his brick phone.

I don’t know who it was, but I don’t think they had good news. Total meltdown occurred after they hung up.

Don’t worry, he cheered right up when I gave him a stick and told him I thought the call was for him.

And there you have it. Our Easter.

Did you do anything special today?

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I just spent 10 hours in the car driving from Indiana to Minnesota. My brain is a little mushy. And I realized on the way back I never posted anything this week. But like I said, mushy brain. No genius will be flowing forth tonight. Should I even be writing this? Probably not. Things get weird when I’m tired and full of road trip food.

Let’s just do this and see what happens. A few random thoughts:

• I’m tired of Frozen. And I haven’t even seen it. I’m tired of hearing how much you love it. And I’m tired of hearing about how “Let it Go” is like the best song ever. I’ve heard it. It’s not that great. You can tell me what a horrible person I am in the comments section. I can handle it.
• I’ve probably complained about this before, but what the heck is up with grown people proclaiming boredom? You really can’t find anything to occupy your time? Not a single thing? If you have so much time on your hands that you can’t fill it up with useful or interesting activities, you should start teaching classes on how to make that happen. Because it’s amazing.
• I had to pump gas wearing a t-shirt, capri pants and flip flops today, which would normally be a fairly uneventful tasks, except it was roughly 35 degrees outside. In the middle of the day. In April. That’s not okay.
• I came home to find Ryan had organized the garage, taken the storm windows off the house (thanks a lot Minnesota), and cleaned up the house. Even the dishes were done. I don’t know where my pack of gold stars is, but I need to find it so I can cover his entire face in them.
• Wyatt has had some…uh…challenges trying to learn to drink from a straw. But today, he got it. I think he was just waiting for Starbucks. 
• When I’m packing for a trip, I’m a freak about keeping everything organized. I mean, I’ve got separate compartments in my bag for each day’s outfit. I go too far. But when I pack to go home, I just throw my crap in the bag and hope it zips. I don’t understand myself. Am I the only person who does that?

Want to tell me something random? I’d love to hear it. Especially if it’s how you hate Frozen too, so I can start feeling like less of a jerk about it.

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We had some crazy beautiful weather here on Saturday. A high of 40. FORTY. It felt like a heatwave around here. So we took advantage of it and headed to the Minnesota Zoo.

Wyatt had a really good time climbing on things and staring at the other kids.  The animals?  Just okay.  I think maybe he needs to get out more.

On second thought, when we let him out he just runs away from us.

When we caught him, we forced him to look at the animals and like it.

At one point I forgot I was there with other people and took 97 pictures of a tree full of berries.

Eventually I tore myself away and caught up with everyone again. I don’t want to know what they were up to.

I think it was this point I realized I hadn’t even been taking pictures of the animals. I don’t really believe rusty fences are more interesting than tigers. I swear.

I tried to make up for the lack of animals. Look! A tortoise eating lunch.

And an angry red panda!

And a coyote that a guy kept loudly exclaiming were “ky-oats.”  Clearly the coyote was unimpressed.

And we totally got a picture of all three of us. We won that day.

Now I must go mourn the fact that we’re supposed to get 8-12 inches of snow tonight and tomorrow. Winter isn’t ever going to end, is it?

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