Easter in Pre-school

First pic- trials and tribes of NOT being the oldest. As a 2nd child, I vividly remember the cruelty and unfairness and uncertainty that existed courtesy of my brother. So much of my early life was dominated by him- bc little sibs just wanna hang w older sibs and older sibs make it pretty clear that they could take you or leave you. Now from a mom's POV, I see that the older sibs derive a great deal of comfort from that leadership role. Illustrations on the stairs, below...

2nd- Jax had her Easter party at school yesterday. The teacher texted me that pic of her hunting eggs (w her beloved "Easter bag," no less). Meanwhile, Hilly and I ran serious errands- also Easter related- and as a bribe for H to chill, I gave her her first "white bar"- or rice krispies treat. A beloved snack in this fine brick house.

I picked Jack up from school and she was sooooo exited about the egg hunt. She kept saying "and we stood by a table and RAN and got all the eggs!" Regarding Sunday's Easter hayride, she keeps recounting the wonder of when we all yelled "Easter bunny!!" and the big bun waltzed around the corner of a large wooden flower-prop. She thought this was amazeballs.

She got home and systematically and excitedly opened each egg. Her favorite prize? Princess ring that also contains lip gloss. She took it to the library story-song session we attended this morning.

After long naps, the girls ate and played puzzles. If H can't get one in she screams and throws it across the floor. Jim said "She IS my child!!" As much as I want to help her in these times, she's gotta learn to try and work at things. I noticed after she chucked a piece, she would begrudgingly get up, retrieve it and try again. That, my friends, is success. She is a worker bee afterall. Who knew patience was a genetic trait? I learned Jackie has a great deal. Poor Hillers, my love, does not.

Speaking of patience, today we met up w our friends for story-music time at the lib. Jackie and P danced for a few songs, then they busted out shakers and Jax got freaked out. So I took H out of stroller and H ran through the crowd and started rooting through library lady's bag and climbing on stacked chairs. Jax yelled "Mommy! Look at Hilly!" H started dancing to music and Jax joined- H's participation makes Jackie much more comfortable, as I always note. They were fated, what can I say? THEN song lady bumped H and H fell and BURST into tears. I picked her up while removing a stick from her hand (dude, sticks for props w toddlers? This lady gets a C, tops). Hill freaked and had a public meltdown. It was so awesome. Luckily I had veggie sticks and both girls sat there the rest of the time wolfing them down together. It was nap/lunch time but overall, we failed at story time. Guess it's just not our thing.

P hugged Jackie today and said "Jack, you're my best friend. And best friends are beautiful." That girl is good stuff. She is good to Hilly too.

Lastly, we went to park where I froze my a$$ off in the wind, H loved the swing and Jax said to me "mom, I love when we are at the park." Too. Cold.

Hilly falls all the time as usual but lately she says "Ow!" and I say "Are you ok?" She says "Yeah." Weird, right?

Ok, Signing off. I have serious housework to do.