Hide it, Hide it All

After enjoying another satisfyingly terrible movie night – “500 MPH Storm” – with all the kids last night, sans Irish working at Dillard’s, Yali was up and at ’em at 5:52 Saturday morning. He snuggled up next to me and, I guess by way of apology, I’ll be darned if that little sucker didn’t start giving me a back rub.

Eventually Puck walked in to join us. “I’ve never slept so well in my life,” he announced.

Power drills and tornado sirens don’t wake this kid; I’ve tested it.

“I feel like my legs are taking their own nap right now,” he said with satisfaction, flopping himself on my bed.

Anyway, Puck wanted to join some friends from school for the big Easter egg hunt, so I packed up the boys and found some seats towards the back of the sanctuary. I don’t think Puck heard a word of the Easter message. He was too busy whispering with buddy, Robi, about the best egg-hunting strategies while they wore their Easter baskets on their heads.

I guess the battle plans paid off, because while Heidi helped Yali collect eggs with the little tikes, the two big boys cleaned out the front lawn together. The ensuing wealth of chocolate and candy was enough that I didn’t even bother policing a limit on Puck’s intake.

Turns out he wasn’t the only one who needed supervising. Back home, Oxbear eyed me suspiciously as I sat down to lunch with the boys.

“So what are you having for lunch?” he asked me.

I – probably guiltily – pointed at the Reeses peanut butter cups I confiscated from Yali’s Easter basket.

The following order didn’t surprise me too much. “No more chocolate until you eat some real food.”

Busted.

Oxbear gave me the afternoon to myself. So after I ran errands around the city for two hours, I caught up on some Arizona territories/Mexican revolution fiction, early 1900s style. It’s amazing how quiet the house can be sometimes.

That evening… contemplated an original work of art on the wall behind Oxbear’s office door: courtesy, Yali and a rogue orange marker. Cut that little vandal’s hair through sneezes and hiccups. Made 36 deviled eggs for Sunday. Ate “some” chocolate… Sometimes I make Oxbear hide it from me.

I’d say my affinity for that particular vice makes me part Aztec, but the genetic DNA test I made Elmer take told me otherwise. As much as I was hoping for it. Before Yali came, not a drop of Native American blood in the entire family line, North or South. Not a drop.