We woke up and had our egg hunt, which was a resounding success, and then ate a bunch of candy for breakfast. Since there was a full-fledged snowstorm outside that didn't let up all day and deposited a lot of snow, we decided to go to the Baptist church down the street for service rather than our church, which is a 45 minute walk. When I called the Baptists to figure out when their service was they invited us to join them for their community breakfast as well.
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| Finding the first egg. |
And cargo pants. With sneakers. It was very classy.
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| Opened eggs on the sofa. |
And I couldn't eat their food, and Samuel was full of Easter candy, so David ate three full platefuls of breakfast. Then we tried to attend the Easter adult Bible study, which lasted all of five minutes before Samuel melted down over not being allowed to play the ancient piano in the study hall.
"Oh, he's so cute." all the Carols cooed. I dragged him down to the nursery where I locked the two of us in the room and fell asleep while he played.
"Hey, I know a fun game. Let's pretend that Mommy and the baby need to have a nap on the rug right here. Ok?" We played nap for an hour or so while David had actual adult conversation with actual adults while sitting on real big-people chairs. Then up we went to get Daddy and go to service, which lasted about ten minutes before Sam turned to me and declared his wish to nurse. Right now.
Back down to the nursery we went, this time with David in tow, and not long after arriving he hopped off my lap and started playing with toys again. I fell asleep again, occasionally waking up a little bit to hear David saying things like "No, no, no drums while Mama is sleeping." Eventually I said "listen, I think we've pretty much missed everything by this point, should we just go home?" And we trudged back home in the continuing snowstorm and tried to take a family nap, which Samuel was having none of, and then David went to work while I kept up the fight: "Samuel, you are exhausted. Go to sleep. Lie down. No, lie down. Put your head on that pillow right now." But all that I succeeded in doing was falling asleep, again, myself. I felt as though I was under the influence of some sort of narcotic today, dropping to sleep constantly. This time I woke up to discover that Samuel had unwound a cassette tape all over the bedroom floor.
He never did nap. Instead he watched Bob the Builder and ate applesauce and put Easter stickers all over the windows while I did my best to make up for my incredible sloth by cleaning the stairs to our apartment. I have no idea why I can't stay awake; David's chalking it up to 'end of pregnancy oddness' and my theory is 'I'm catching whatever everyone else is getting' but whatever the reason, I've spent most of Easter asleep.
