Since I talked all about that already (and got quite the reciprocation!! Sounds like three is kicking all our asses), let’s back up and focus on the wonderful part of this experience.
Upon arrival, Ethan ran right up to the super
scary cute Easter Bunny to give hugs, shake hands, and give fives before grabbing a treat out of the giant bunny’s basket. It all happened very fast…hard to catch on camera. Who knew a man with a white beard is more terrifying than a giant plush rabbit?
Then it was time for the hunt. Stu had Ethan PUMPED UP. He shot off as if from a starting block, practically knocking other kids down to get to the eggs. No violence occurred and we steered him away from the more crowded areas. He calmed down a little.
But he was still on a mission…
Egg hunts are SERIOUS.
At the end, we sorted through the bounty…in that basket is the seemingly unimportant piece of candy that brought our day to a screeching halt.
But it sure was cute before the fireworks.
A few days later, after leaving Ethan in the car when he refused to let me unlock his door (he was safe, in the garage, car turned off, me standing 5 feet away, after he yelled “YES!” when I asked if he wanted to spent the night in there), things made a drastic turn behavior-wise and we heard “No” less, were defied half as much. Who knew 8 minutes of faux-abandonment would make such a difference? He hasn’t locked the car door since. Not ONCE.
I’ll be expecting my Parent of the Year award any day now.
His improved attitude sure made our real Easter weekend so much more fun. To make it even more special, Stu’s parents were visiting from California. Even while fighting through a pretty nasty cold, Ethan dyed eggs with gusto and ran downstairs Easter morning for a backyard egg hunt.
What is it about Easter that makes Spring so official?
Just the vinegary scent of Easter egg dye gives me the urge to plant sweet potato vines and basil. Makes me want to lie on a blanket in the park. Mix the pastel colors, chocolate bunnies, brightly clothed children, and crunchy basket-filler grass on a Spring day, it’s a recipe for perfection.
We may have gone a little overboard on the egg hiding, but Gaga and Papa were there to help the Peanut find each and every one.
Next year I’m filling the eggs with pennies…candy just causes issues. Ethan could have eaten it all in one sitting. We all said, “No more chocolate!” about 100 times. Why must every holiday involve candy????
Oh yeah, because it’s ridiculously fun. And I love me some Cadbury Mini Eggs.
After PJ-clad egg hunts it’s off to brunch at my uncle’s house where all food-sensibility flies out the window and we gorge ourselves on buttery egg dishes, fresh cinnamon rolls, and coconut pies. Oh and mimosas…what holiday brunch is complete without them?
Ethan was clearly still in recovery from his seasonal-allergy-snot-fest-constant-cough because halfway through egg hunting he announced, “That’s enough, we can do the rest tomorrow.”
This from the kid who’s been talking about Easter for a month. Poor baby. I’m sure feeding him tons of chocolate and jelly beans was the perfect medicine. (Pretty sure that wins me another award nomination?)
Hope your weekend was amazing and beautiful!
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I decided many months ago that it was high time Ethan had a real big boy bed, and it needed to be two things:
We converted his crib right before my back surgery more out of necessity than anything…I wasn’t going to be able to lift him in and out (and wasn’t supposed to even before surgery, oops) so BOOM, he was in a side-less crib. And it all went well! No issues at all, I guess he was ready.
Anyway, his crib was kind of falling apart from being taken apart and moved across the country twice—it was clear we needed an upgrade. So what did I do? Spent many spare moments rushing into consignment and antique stores scanning for beds—I’m fast. I scoured Craiglist for weeks. Waiting to find something perfect was excruciating. I’m just not very patient.
But on my monthly visit to one of my favorite shops, Quintessential, I found this:
Rusty and scratched but nearly dent-less and very sturdy, I knew this was our bed. Except it was missing side rails. I asked the shop owners how I could handle this…was making new rails possible? They’d need to be this nifty little button system, something I’d never seen before but apparently is pretty common in old iron beds. They passed along the name of a local welding company and gave me the weekend to figure things out.
Long story short, the welding company said “No problem, give us a week” and I bought the bed. The price? Free. Ok, it was really $55 but I had an old crystal light fixture to trade, one that had been in our foyer and just didn’t work in the space, so no money was exchanged. The new rails set me back about $60.
Next up, it was time to sand.
Getting the pieces into my garage, I realized exactly how rough they were. Paint chipped everywhere, rust on every inch. I headed in with my electric sander for hours. I of course did a lead paint test first, and even though it came up negative, I wore a respirator. There was so much sanding dust flying up in the air and this bed was pretty old…I thought I’d err on the safe side.
Lemme tell you, wearing these masks with glasses is just a treat. That is, unless you actually need to see what you are doing. Foggy glass was an issue.
I sanded until all the paint-chip pock-marks and the rust were gone. After a good coat of primer, I used Rust-Oleum Ultra Cover in Glossy “Sun Yellow”. After everything had a couple coats, I used a regular old Poly to seal everything.
Many nap times were spent in the garage sanding and painting—good thing our video monitor reaches! I wanted plenty of paint on every surface so I went through about four cans of spray paint. The bed started looking very good, very quick.
Amazing what paint can do.
There was one spot on the bed I couldn’t ignore, a giant gouged area right smack in the top-middle of the headboard. I used some metal repair compound I found in the putty area of the paint supplies asile at Home Depot. I don’t know if it’s the right thing to use, but I used it and it worked. After applying, I let it dry a day or two and then sanded the crap out of it. It’s not a perfect fix, but looks much better than before.
After what seemed like forever (we were also spending weekends renovating the bathroom at this time, see the plywood planks in the background?) , I announced the bed was complete. A trip to Mattress Firm for, I think, the most comfortable inexpensive mattress ever, and a trip to the hardware store for some 1×4 bed slats (we cut them down), we were ready to set it up.
Out came the old crib and in went the new bed…Ethan was PUMPED!! We made the switch right before nap on a Saturday so he had a chance to try it out before doing the full overnight.
Pretty good for free, right? The construction sheets I grabbed at Target almost a year ago work perfectly, the orange and navy going so well with the yellow. No comforter (actually no sheet either) right now because the Peanut prefers no covers at this time.
Don’t get me started, we’ve tried and tried to get him to give them a try.
There’s the “button” I was talking about. The bed rails needed them welded on to slide into the head and footboard slots. The welding company had all the pieces to make sure it was a really tight fit…no wobbling here.
A look underneath shows our DIY slats. I may have hit up Ikea for a set of these if possible, but buying them cheap and cutting them down was a cinch. I’ll be working up a velcro system to keep them in place during sheet changes (with potty training, there have been quite a few).
Ethan LOVES his new bed.
He’s fallen out a couple times but recovered beautifully, just mumbling, “I fell out of my bed” when we ran in to check. The kids sleeps with like 7 miniature vehicles plus Sharky (a GIANT stuffed shark) every night so it’s no wonder things get a little crowded sometimes.
We realized there was no need for his giant orange chair anymore, as we read all his books laying in bed. Suddenly the baby items that have been a part of his room for three years are disappearing. The changing pad, crib, rocking chair, cloth diaper supplies…all gone.
I’m a little shocked by how cute this bed turned out, and even more shocked at how flippin’ comfortable it is!! Reading a story to him at nap almost does me in every day.
If you haven’t been, check out Quintessential when they are open, the first through the seventh of every month. Always different and the prices are quite nice.