Easter Sunday

Every Easter, without fail, I think back to a home video of my sister and I on Easter when we were just little ones.  My sister got a stuffed animal lamb that said, “Baaa, Happy Easter, baaa”,” when you squeezed it.  Now every.single.year. when I wish someone a Happy Easter I am tempted to “baaaa” afterwards.  I was even tempted to name this post, “Baaa, Happy Easter,” but realized that probably sounded weird.

Not that I ever sound normal.

My mom still fills up Easter baskets for my sister and I , despite the fact that I keep telling her I’m 21 years old and she doesn’t have to anymore.  I guess I shouldn’t be complaining.  I got out of the deal with a jar of Justin’s classic peanut butter, almonds (which were already made into butter) and 88% dark chocolate, plus the usual stuff that’s awkward to open in front of your dad, like underwear…

I’m sure you’ll all see the goodies around later this week, and NO I am not talking about the underwear.

That is, if Huni hasn’t eaten it all by then.

This is the one time I can say, “Keep yo paws off!” and really mean paws.

Children and puppies like Joey a little too much.

Seriously, they just want to be near him.  Even if that means trying to climb up his legs.

Look at those eyes.  I don’t trust her.

Me, on the other hand, I’m just trying to stay near the food.

The key to eating 3 Easter meals is to eat in moderation.

And for me moderation means only 1 buckwheat pancake instead of 2 and not going back for seconds on the potato, egg and veggie casserole.  Even though I wanted to!

It seriously makes my heart happy to see my nephew sporting a Tulowitzki shirt.  He can attend a Rockies game with me any day.

I hope you all had a lovely holiday.  As usual, I loved seeing all my families   Off to bed!

Baaaaa.