So, it's Easter.
And I've been pigging out.
This is what the Easter Bunny left:
You see that circled orange box?
That's what the Easter Bunny left me. A giant delicious Reeses Peanut Butter Egg.
When Tommy saw it he went, "Oh, the Easter Bunny also left me this!" and started to open it.
I took it from his hands and went, "Woah there, son. I believe this belongs to me."
No one messes with my Reeses Peanut Butter products. Not even if you lived in my uterus.
I'm a little ashamed to admit that I ate the entire egg. After the treat was safely encased in my stomach I decided to check out how many calories I had just consumed. I figured it couldn't me more than 300 because I'm sorry, the egg was SMALL.
Apparently the egg was meant to serve FOUR.
What, was everyone supposed to get like a bite?
Who can just eat a BITE of Reeses Peanut Butter goodness?
Each serving was a little over 200 calories.
So, erm, I nearly consumed 1000 calories. And it wasn't even ten in the morning yet!
(It was SO worth it though.)
Here are the kids checking out their baskets.
Yes, my son is already dressed because he insists that he can't come down in his PJs anymore.
I have no idea why.
I mean, heck, I was in my PJs when we discovered our goodies. But Tommy told me seriously that he feels "very very weird" being in PJs when it's morning time.
I wonder what he thinks about me then?
I left my PJs on until noon. And the only reason why I changed was because someone came to the door and I didn't want them to think I was lazy.
By the way, I did not use Easter grass in their baskets. I learned my lesson last year when I did that. I'm STILL finding remnants of that same grass in the house to this very day. When I vacuumed yesterday I found a wad of it under my bed. How it got there is beyond me.
So this year I used this:
And since Tom is on a TDY I decided to just make ham steaks for dinner.
There was no sense in me making a big ham for the three of us. To be honest, I'm usually the only one who eats because my kids are stubborn stubborn beings who sometimes have to be BRIBED in order to eat.
Plus, the ham I make usually comes out dry no matter what I do. I think the ham decides it's going to come out try the second I purchase it.
I'm ham cursed.
So I made this:
Everything came out edible, which is always a good thing.
Tommy, of course, didn't like the yams. He took a bite and spit it back out.
"It tastes like feet," he told me.
I think not.
Here is Natalie in the middle of throwing a fit because I asked her to *gasp* eat.
She kept shaking her head and shrieking, "NO EATS! NOOOOO EATS!"
How in the WORLD did I give birth to kids who don't like to eat?
I LOVE to eat.
More food for me I guess.