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Thursday
Jul202017

This Parenting Thing Is Weird Sometimes

It's such an odd thing to have your head in one space while your kids drag your mind into another. While I would have liked to spend the evening listening to Chester sing the words that tell me that it's okay to be sad about the passing of someone I've never met, Mila had other plans. The sadness will have to wait because bunnies.

So many bunnies.

We have a bunny problem this year. 

There have always been coyotes wandering around our back yard, and even in our yard, so bunny sightings have been few and far between. This year, though, something is different. I'm not sure if the coyotes have moved further away or what, but there are dozens of bunnies running around all over the place.

They're destroying my garden.

They chose wisely, these bunnies. Had they selected a meat eater's yard, I'd have to think their fate might be more questionable. They picked the crunchy "be nice to everyone, even those who don't deserve" it people, though. Thus, the bunnies roam free without the threat of violence.

(Okay, well, there are threats. There just won't be action.)

Separately, in the world where powerful voices go on forever, we have a different problem. The Easter Bunny kind of sucks around here. Though, it's a purposeful sort of suck because the children in this house are the most terrible lookers that ever looked. I cannot count the number of times that Alexis has flipped out trying to find a pair of shoes only for me to stare deeply into her eyes and mutter, "Do you mean the ones on your feet?" and YES, SHE DID. 

Mila is no better.

Thus, the Easter Bunny around here "hides" eggs in plain sight. They get tossed into the most obvious of places all over the yard because otherwise we'll be finding plastic eggs filled with foreign matter that maybe used to be candy well into the summer.

Or maybe we'll be finding it well into the summer anyway.

Okay, so, that one. That's the reality. I find another Easter egg at least once per week, despite the fact that there's no good reason for any of them to not be found on Easter morning.

A bunny problem.

A terrible Easter Bunny.

The two things seem to be completely unrelated, and they are. Unless you ask Mila.

Alas, on this day when sadness weighs heavy, a 3-year old cuts through the thoughts with a sentence. "It's so nice of the Easter Bunnies to keep bringing me eggs. See! There's another one in the yard now!"

You guys, I think maybe Mila maybe has been eating that candy that is potentially YEARS old.

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