Please join me in the happy dance. Nino got into the preschool we were vying for. Vieing? Anyway, the best in town. It's at the public elementary school, an "integrated" SpEd program, where he's a "model" child. No clue what they look for, but only about 1/10 get in. Four days a week, with Miss Florence as a teacher.

Now we get to find a thermos and school clothes and all that fun stuff.

My neighbor had her twins on Tuesday with a grand total of 13 lb 15 oz of baby. And even at her most pregnant, I probably had 30 lb on her. Yow.

Speaking of which, tomorrow I'm starting the Sacred Heart Medical Diet. It's a week that will get me jump started I hope. If I want to, I'll alternate one week on one off for a while, but one week and 10+ lb will be enough for now. And the week off won't be all cake and butter. I think the hardest part will be teh weekend, but I'll be on beef and brown rice by then.

From here on out I'm calling him pigpen. He finds dirt anywhere and just gets in it. He has no concept of dirty = yucky. Which drove my 5 year old niece batty at the zoo yesterday.

Gotta love three-year-old's questions.

"Where does the Easter Bunny sleep?"
"Does Owl have a bum?"
"Where does dirt come from?"

We just dyed eggs, and I only ruined one. Nino ruined another, for an even 10 remaining. I think I can pretty easily make 12 eggs worth of cookies to bring to easter. Fortunately, one of the ruined ones, I was able to separate for a recipe that needed that. And we let them sit long enough for fantastic color - not an easy feat for an "instant gratification" 3 year old.

Off to iron and masking-tape hem his easter garb.

When I laugh as he's taking ice skating lessons, I'm not laughing at him. I'm laughing because his little snowpantses self doing the frankenstein skate is so damn cute. He was the youngest skater there but handled it like a champ. He only fell a few times, and the teachers were fantastic. The first thing they teach is how to stand back up, so all 33 lb of himself was pushing himself back up on his skates. I'm kind of bummed that we don't have class next week.

Look out! The EB is right behind ya!!



And of course:

Last night went out with the moms. That was super duper fun. Kids were okay, even with M having two ear infections. This restaurant sits about 25, so there were 2 groups of 10, and then one single table. Poor other non-drunk table. We were noisy, raucous, brought our own margaritas and glasses, ate too much, and got kicked out when they closed. We were all moms and although we love our kids, we weren't in much of a hurry to get home. It was a totally fun place - you choose your entree from the 3 choices (chicken, steak, or fish), and they include salad and dessert. Three people working there, and you can see them the entire time. There was the chef, dishwasher/plater, and the emcee. And I'm only half joking. He was perfect.

This morning we have an easter egg hunt at Arthur's house. I'm sure I'll have photos to share.

Windex works great for micro-ed on spaghetti sauce, or whatever that was in there for years. I had the windex out so I gave it a shot.

The windex is out because there are ants. Already. It's snowing a few miles away. Make up yer mind.

Nino wanted to make cookies for the Garbage Truck Man. So we did. And neighbors. She's pregnant. She needs cookies. That way, we get like 2 and pass them off.

Isn't this the cutest easter bunny you've seen in a while?

"I really love you momma, but I don't really like you". I know exactly what he means. He's a freakin riot. That alone caused me to give him a huge hug and say "I love you so much". I think that added to the not-liking. ;o)

Is it bad that I really like the spunky Carly Simon versions of the Pooh songs? "and then the-yur's owl!"

We've been watching a bit too much of Heffalumps and Piglets lately.