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Musings on the Easter Bunny November 25, 2012

Filed under: everyday life,Isaac,the holidays,traditions,we so crazy — Elizabeth @ 10:02 AM

Yesterday, my sister and I took our boys to see “Rise of the Guardians”, a kid’s movie that involves the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Sandman.  These fellas are the good guys who protect and love children worldwide and they, with the help of Jack Frost, team up against the Boogeyman, whose goal is to keep the children from believing in these heroes and keep them living in a state of fear.

It was actually a delightful movie–the kids and I all loved it, but I knew that it would bring up some questions.  And sure enough, before the movie was over, Isaac leaned over to me and asked, “Is the Easter bunny really real?”.

Just for some background info here, we are a Santa family.  We do the Easter bunny and the tooth fairy, and the Elf on the Shelf.  We are also a Jesus family.  And while we teach the true meanings and cause for celebration behind the holidays, we also embrace the whimsical/playful sides of the holidays.

**As a side note, I know that Santa can be a “hot topic” for some people.  However you celebrate at your house, I am sure you have put much thought into it, and I am happy for you.  This post is meant only to make you chuckle, not to begin a debate on Jesus vs. Santa.  Cause at my house, we have our cake and eat it too.**

For a little more background, I do not feel comfortable with over-selling the Santa/Easter bunny/tooth fairy stories.  So when the doubts start to creep in, our plan is to let the kids make their own decisions, instead of working tirelessly to convince them of the “realness” of these characters.

So when Isaac asked me about the Easter bunny, I will say that I was disappointed.  Because I didn’t feel comfortable just flat out telling him that, of course the Easter Bunny is real.  So I told him we would talk about it after the movie, and hoped he would forget.

We got into the van and started over to my aunt’s house for a visit, and Isaac announced from the backseat that he had a Very! Important! Question!.

And here’s how it went down:

I need to know if the Easter Bunny is really real.

Well….what do you think?  Do you think he’s real?


Why not?

Because how could a bunny go all over the world and bring Easter eggs?  A real bunny couldn’t do that!

Hmmmm, that would be tricky for a real bunny.  Well then, who do you think brings the eggs?

{Mind you, that during all this, Matthew is arguing loudly that indeed, a real bunny could do that.  A very, very big bunny.}

Well, I think that it’s someone dressed up like a bunny.

Who do you think would get dressed up like a bunny and do all that?

Probably….Santa Claus!

Ah, the faith of a child.  I went on to explain that it did seem doubtful that a real bunny could do all that.  I also told him that I had never seen the Easter Bunny, but that to me it was fun to believe in him, because I liked the idea of him.

Either way, it looks like we have a believer on our hands for at least one more year!

Here’s wishing you a holiday full of excitement, whimsy, reverence and belief.

And especially that Santa remembers to take off his bunny suit before he comes down your chimney!!!


We Don’t Get Out Much September 21, 2012

Filed under: food!,we so crazy — Elizabeth @ 9:31 AM

The boys’ kindergarten classes are working with environmental print.  Environmental print is the print of everyday life.  It includes logos, newspapers, snack wrappers, etc.

So this week, they had to bring in different environmental print–their favorite toys/games, their favorite places to eat, favorite snacks, etc.

We eat a very strict diet and we almost never go out to eat, so while their teachers were talking about restaurants, my kids hadn’t even heard of most of them!  For instance, Matthew came home asking about Red “Clobster”.

As they named off different restaurants to me, I commented that they had never been to any of them.  Isaac said:

That’s not true!  I’ve been to Arby’s!  I used the toilet there once.


{Insert Bee Pun Here} April 8, 2012

Filed under: huh?,we so crazy — Elizabeth @ 5:11 PM

Dear PawPaw, We are so sorry that your birthday card is late, but……

a.  We forgot!

b.  The dog ate your card.

c.  We are heartless jerks who simply don’t care.

d.  5000 bees invaded our mailbox right after we put your card in there.

True Story.  If you are friends with me on Facebook, you will know that my facebook page was “abuzz” last Wednesday with hysteria over a bee invasion.  It all began about an hour and a half after I had put some letters into my mailbox.  There was nothing strange going on out there at that time.  Just a little while later, I was walking through the living room and noticed something odd….a triangular thing hanging on the bottom of the mailbox.  This was my first view:

I realized it was bees, and frantically texted Jason, who seemed annoyingly amused.  Can I stress here that I was FREAKING OUT?  My friend, MK, was on the way over and I called her in a panic, warning her to have her windows closed when she pulled in the driveway and to drive as close to the house as she could.

The panic may or may not have escalated when she got there.  I may or may not have used the term “killer bees” and scared the stew out of Isaac.

The next hour involved me calling our pest control company, trying to locate a beekeeper, trying to make dinner, making frantic Facebook updates (because I wanted everyone else to know my plight), almost having a heart attack when an elderly man walked by my mailbox completely oblivious to the swarm there.  I was at the window, frozen, wanting to yell and warn him, but all that came out was a frantically concerned moan.  You know that sound.  Thankfully the bees left him alone.  Passing cars were stopping to take pictures.  My mailman nearly had a coronary and pulled into my driveway honking like a maniac.  I finally located a beekeeper who came straightaway to collect them.  By the time she got there, the cone o’ bees had grown to this size:

At that point, Jason was at home and while I was trying to make dinner, he was directing traffic and I was intermittently yelling for him to take pictures for the blog!!  The beekeeper’s strategy was that if she could get the queen into the cardboard box–yes, she was going to drive home in a regular car with 5000 bees in a cardboard box!!!!–the rest of the bees would follow.  But darned if it took forever to find the queen.  (And yes, this woman was scooping them into the box with her bare hands–talk about the heebie jeebies!!).  Finally, we had to remove the mailbox from the stand and the queen was underneath it.

So the question everyone want to know is why so many bees?  Why my mailbox?  And how did they get there so fast?  Basically (as I understand it) when a new queen is born, she takes a bunch of bees from the swarm and starts her own swarm.  A few bees head out to scout out a new location, and for whatever reason, they chose our mailbox.  So in a group of 5000, they traveled together to get to our mailbox.  The queen is heavier and flies more slowly and tires very easily, so when she stops to rest, the whole swarm waits there with her.  So basically, they had been traveling in this large group together.  So when I put the letters in the mailbox, there’s a pretty good chance that 5000 bees were hovering under the dogwood tree by the mailbox, resting.  Or maybe across the street somewhere.  We know they were close because of how fast they invaded it.

Also, how do I know there were 5000?  It was an estimate by the beekeeper.  She said that 1300 bees weigh about 1 pound, and that once the box was full of the bees, the box felt like it weighed about 5 pounds.

I was amused at the way my cheapness manifested itself during the bee emergency.  Here was my thought sequence:

This is gonna cost a fortune!

I don’t care how much it costs, I want them gone.

(then I find out that beekeepers will remove them for free, because they are honey bees.)

What a relief.  I am so lucky that this is going to be free.

You know, now that I think of it, I should charge them for the bees!  This is money in their pockets!

Okay, calm down, just be grateful that the bees will be gone very soon.

Well, they should at least give me some free honey.

And that’s exactly what they did. 

I guess you could say it was a win-win.  They got new bees.  The bees got a home where they are actually wanted.  I got some free honey and a good blog story.  What more could you ask for?


Musings on Zumba March 26, 2012

Filed under: randomness,we so crazy — Elizabeth @ 10:15 PM

Tonight I took my first Zumba class.  Yes, I’m always a few years behind the trends.  I didn’t read the Twilight series until after Eclipse came out at the theaters.  I was late to blogging and to Facebook.  So it’s only natural that I’m way behind on the Zumba craze.  On the way there, I was worried that I would love it and immediately want to be a Zumba teacher.  That’s how it went with Mary Kay….and water aerobics.  If I like something, I jump on board big time!  Heck, I decided to go a couple meals without eating meat, gluten, and dairy, and I’ve been doing it for a month now.  That’s just how I roll.

But never fear, dear reader.  Zumba teaching is not in my future.  Not remotely.  Although I do plan to return to class and jiggle uncoordinatedly (not a word?  well it should be) on the back row.  Here are just some of the reasons you won’t find me teaching a Zumba class…..

  1. I would never be able to master that excited, open-mouthed, cocky look that dancers get.  You know the one.  Just picture any child dancer from the Star Search years.  Cannot do it.  Don’t want to.
  2. I don’t ever want these words to cross my lips:  Get your freak on, Miss Alice!!
  3. My left hand is not capable of doing jazz hands.  And although my right hand can successfully get jazzy, my arm fat jiggles and makes me self-conscious.
  4. When I’m supposed to be jiggling my chest, like a Latin diva, nothing happens up there.  For many reasons–I don’t have a lot going on in the first place and secondly, I was wearing a sports bra.  But the fact that my rear end was jiggling gratuitously when my chest should have been….well, that was just weird.
  5. I could not point at the class participants and believably tell them they look hot or sexy.  I mean, as a fitness instructor, I try to be encouraging, but I do draw the line somewhere.  Frankly when I got told that I was looking sexy, it made me blush and wonder if I should dial it back a little.
  6. I would be afraid that if I was ever out dancing at a wedding or a club (that’s actually laughable–I will probably never enter another club in my life!) that I would do Zumba moves.
  7. Can we just get real here for a minute?  Are you okay with that?  So I’ve birthed a baby.  My lower organs are damaged goods.  I tee tee a little bit every time I sneeze or God forbid, jump, and this class had a lot of bouncing.  Let’s just say, that I’m pretty sure that the English translation of Zumba is:  don’t forget your Depends.
  8. My poor rhythm and coordination are obvious roadblocks for me.  I figure that my workout was 30% better than most peoples though, because if I couldn’t get my feet to do the right moves, I would just move them about as quickly as I could, hoping that all the teacher would see was a crazy blur of unshaved legs and capri pants.

Alas, I shall leave Zumba instruction to the professionals.  You can find me on the back row getting my freak on with Miss Alice.  Well not with her….oh, you know what I mean.

But I would like to get some of those superfly, hip hop Zumba pants……a girl can dream.



We Got Played March 15, 2012

Filed under: boys are wild,Matthew,randomness,we so crazy — Elizabeth @ 4:49 PM

I had an IEP meeting with Matthew’s teacher today (a rather momentous one that I will write about when I get the chance to do it justice).  As we walked back to the classroom, I asked her how Matthew’s day had gone today.  She was telling me that he had a good day and didn’t even get upset when he noticed that his lunch wasn’t in his backpack.

I was perplexed.  I remembered packing his lunch, and I thought I remembered putting it in his backpack.  But maybe I was flustered and left it on the kitchen counter.  How odd.

I said to her, “Oh no!  I guess maybe I forgot to put it in his backpack, but I know I packed it!  I’m so sorry!”.

“Oh, it’s fine,” she said.  “He told me that you forgot and that you told him to buy a lunch today”.

Now that is definitely odd.  I am obsessive to the point of annoyance about what my kids eat, and especially since we are trying out a special diet with Matthew (and especially with the pink slime debacle going on), you can bet those words didn’t come out of my mouth.  But what’s done is done, so I figured I would deconstruct the mystery later at home.

I got home from the meeting and there was no forgotten lunch bag on the kitchen counter.  I asked him what happened with lunch and he told me that he didn’t have one, so he had to buy one.  He said this a bit gleefully, which was a red flag, because normally something like this would be traumatic to him.  So I unzipped the backpack and there was his lunch bag.

I held it up and he died laughing.

I asked if he knew it was in there, and he said yes.

That little stinker was after the chocolate milk from the lunch line all along, and he admitted as much.

I talked to him about lying and about how I want him to eat healthy food and that I work hard to make his lunch very early every morning.  (I also emailed his teacher to let her know that I intend to pack a lunch for the rest of the year, so that she can double check if he pulls this again).

I’ve also thought about the thought process and expressive language that he had to use to tell and execute the lie.  Naughty, but impressive for a kid with his language background.

I’m not going to punish him formally, but he will be served his healthy lunch tonight at dinnertime.

After going over this in my head for an hour or so, I’m still not sure if I’m pissed off about this or completely impressed with his smarts.  Honestly, I’m a little bit of both.

Why do I feel like this is gonna be a common theme for the next 13 years?


Whatnot Wednesday February 8, 2012

Filed under: friends,Uncategorized,we so crazy,whatnot — Elizabeth @ 1:10 PM


  •   I have some kind of random neck/arm injury flare up going on, and it’s hard to type.  Believe it or not, this injury first occurred when I learned how to knit, and now any kind of repetitive motion in my right arm or hand causes it to happen again.  My chiropractor is quite disgusted with my neck, so for his sake and mine, I will refrain from sharing my drawn out musings with you this week.  But I will share this.  Monday night, I played Just Dance 3 for the first time.  It was fun.  And hard.  And hysterical.  And a great workout, although I’m not sure if the dancing or the laughing burned more calories.  Here are me and my friend and neighbor John having a turn.  Rusty is filming.  Enjoy!!!

Need to clear your head?  Write your own Whatnot Wednesday post and link up below so that we can all see the randomness that fell out when you rinsed your brain.  Just don’t forget to link back here or grab my button–get your HTML on.


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