These are lyrics from a song that I cannot remember. All I can remember is that line and the tune. It is an old song but a song that keeps going and going in my head this morning. You see, we are on day two of our extended Easter Weekend. Yesterday J woke up with a mild fever. As the day went on his fever got higher and higher. Despite the Tylenol when he got up this morning it was way up there. I did a dual dose of Advil and Tylenol and it appears to have done the trick. I just feel terrible as he is going to miss his first swimming class. Something he has been looking forward to for months. His whole Beach Party thing has been leading up to this day. I think we will have to go for a public swim this weekend, just to make up for it.

I am back to the drawing board with the washing of all the bedding and cleaning the house down, again. I have it all down to a science, I think.

At the same time that this has been going on, I have been working feverishly (pun intended) on both an order for my coffee cozies that I received from Charlotte. {It would seem that my Sister and her girlfriend hang out at a cute coffee shop called Julia’s Coffee and they saw my cozies and wanted 20 for their Earth Day celebratioin.} And stuff for my Etsy shop. I am ready to roll and the shop should be up, running and open for orders within the next day or two.
Wow, what a busy, but great weekend. With Easter being so early it seems very strange to have had it come and go already. What on earth are we going to do in April?
Good Friday started with a Beach Party. J has been partying it up since March Break. His teacher had a beach party to kick of Spring Break and we have had regular parties since. They usually consist of J in his swim suit on the family room rung with his beach towel. The ceiling light is the sun and the kitchen floor is the ocean. He even has two little goldfish that have been swimming for almost two weeks. I step on them and they change locations, but no matter how many times I pick them up, they end up back in the ocean. I should have seen this coming really, I am BeachMama after all. On Friday when I had to give Apple an emergency blow out diaper bath, J asked if he could have a Beach Party. Who am I to say no? We had nothing else planned. So into the tub he went with his swimsuit and he went on and on and on about how wonderful the ocean was and all about the seagulls and dolphins. And when it was time to wash up, he took off his swimsuit and declared himself back in the bathroom.

Saturday saw us visit the Experimental Farm for the Easter Egg hunt and seeing the new baby lambs and chicks. Let me tell you one thing. This was the and I mean THE coldest visit to the Farm I have ever had. It was so cold it was very close to being uncomfortable but, thankfully we were dressed for it. Apple slept most of the time in the backpack and Hubby and I traded off. J got a little tired of waiting for them to hide the eggs but when it happened it was very fun. After the Farm we went to a playdate with some of our favorite friends and although J was glued to my leg for the better part of it, I had a wonderful time sharing with my girlfriends and seeing all the kids growing up.

Sunday was eagerly anticipated and J and Apple were up with the birds. We were doing the egg hunt and it was still dark outside. Thankfully this year we actually decided to hide the eggs before bed. Almost all the eggs made it to the basket, a few were found by Mickey, the husky. I don’t know who says that dogs can’t eat chocolate because he eats it at every chance he gets. I posted more of our Easter fun on flickr if you want to take a look.


I hope you all had a wonderful Easter Weekend. Now, seriously, on with Summer!

A beautiful green balloon was floating around our yard this morning. One of the dogs went out to chase it but got very confused. It bounced around for a few minutes, then all of a sudden it was gone. Floating away to another yard. It was actually very beautiful to watch. And it might be frigid out there, but the sunshine is a warm welcome and a delight.