So, we all know that my family is colorful. Yeah,
colorful. Because that sounds better than
bat-sh*t crazy. And why would any
holiday be any different?
So for Easter, we decided to do something different and we took
a trolley ride with my sister, her husband-Eric, her two boys and my crew, to a
cute little Easter farm fully equipped with a petting zoo and an Easter egg
hunt. (Little fun fact about me- I’m
allergic to goats. I know, right-
strange. Who’s allergic to goats? Well, me and my Dad.)
Our trolley ride started off by the bigger boys being
goofy, and loud. My sister was sitting
across the aisle from Chase and playfully did the famous “I’m watching you”
motion with her two fingers being extended from her eyes, pointing in Chase’s
direction. Chase looked at her, stuck
his thumb in the air and pointed his pointer finger at her- in true gun
fashion- and in a monotoned voice said, “Boom.”
And with that the trolley headed off.
To add extra excitement to the trolley ride, the Easter
Bunny was a passenger. The Easter Bunny
walked down the trolley aisle high-5ing all of the kids. Well, except one kid. You know, it’s easy to miss the 1 year old
jumping out of his seat, waving and uncontrollably repeating the word “hi” over
and over and over at the top of his squeaky little lungs. As the Easter bunny walked past my littlest
nugget, Chase instructed Ryder to “give the Easter Bunny’s butt a high-5.”
Apparently, Ryder follows directions like a champ because he
leaned over and smacked that bunny right in the butt. And then of course, he turned around, looked at
me with a gigantic grin and busted out laughing.
He then looked over at Chase for his approval, in which Chase greeting
him with a thumbs-up. This is the exact
moment that I lounged back in my seat and thought, “f*ck- I am raising two “Chases.”
The original and his apprentice.
We get to the farm and go about our business. The kiddos spent time hunting for colorful eggs,
petting an array of farm animals, and feeding carrots to horses. As we were getting ready to leave and
counting our kids to make sure we didn’t leave any behind (although, in
hindsight, leaving 1 or 2 behind wouldn’t have been the end of the world) we
noticed we were missing one. The biggest
one- Holden. And coincidentally, we see
a line of 8 adults lined up standing outside of the one, single port-a-potty in
the entire farm. We wait for a few
minutes and finally Eric went to check and see if Holden was still alive in
there. Holden said he would be out shortly. And he was.
He strutted out moments later eating string cheese. #WTF
But after all of this excitement, I know Chase really
appreciated all of his Easter activities.
I know this because he ended the day by asking, “When am I going to get
my real Easter basket that doesn’t
have stupid stuff in it?” Forehead smack. (Insert the sound of me reevaluating all of my previous parenting choices- I'm pretty sure that is the same sound as a beer opening.)
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| Enjoying our trolley ride. |
