Belated Easter post

Happy Friday the 13th everyone. I am with cold at the moment, and the overall congestion and achiness has me a bit miserable. Surprisingly, despite the two germy kids I live with, I haven’t had a cold in a long time. I guess my luck was up.

I’m writing this as I wait for a dental appointment. Like most people, I approach these visits with dread – even though I brush and floss regularly, I always worry that I’m going to be scolded for not doing it right. It’s like I’m waiting to see the principal to discuss truancy, or poor grades. I wonder if dental hygenists are trained on proper scolding technique as part of their curriculum.

Let’s move on…to why I started this post. Mostly, it was to share the delightful pic of Brendan collecting chocolate-filled plastic eggs in my sister’s back yard. He had so much fun, and was so focused. He barely lifted his eyes from the ground.
As for Nathan, he lost the thread about a minute after we went outside – he was far more interested in collecting the decorative white rocks from the garden. But they both enjoyed themselves, so that’s what really matters.
The weekend was lovely – we got to spend time with my sister and her kids, and I also had brunch with my sister-in-law and her sister and her nephew.
Brendan proved that he invites injury wherever he goes (a trait he inherited from his mother, for those who are curious). The poor kid ended up with scratches, a huge scrape on his knee, a huge sliver in his hand, and various other bruises. All in a span of 24 hours. It’s a gift.

Oh, and have I mentioned that I have a cold?

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