Spring break...Easter holiday...I have so many stories to tell I'm not even sure where to begin. Let's start with my Easter blues.
So my family is so predictable. From the start of this month I knew Camden would get baskets full of candy from them. And I also knew that they would over do it. Now granted I go over the top as well. But there was nothing unhealthy in my basket (I'm so proud).
I decided to make a summer/beach basket. It was just going to be a small wheel barrel of bubbles and shovels but like I said I went overboard. So it turned into a beach chair full of stuff and a wheel barrel (along with two buckets full of smaller toys). So to say the least it was pretty big in size as far as baskets go.
I had the thing hidden in a room and with only two days before Easter and Camden being at daycare or either out the house all week I didn't think he would ever find it. Well I was wrong. I'm starting to think he knew it was there for some time but waited for the right moment to make his move. Very well thought out plan too if I do say so myself.
It had been a long day of me running around and getting things done. And I wanted a nap. Camden had been out all day with my mother so I knew he would have slept before I returned home. But what can I say, if I'm sleepy I sleep. Well it was just me and him at home now. And I needed a little nap before we headed to this Easter play. So I instructed my two year old to sit on his bed and watch Frozen until mommy woke up.
For the most part he did a great job. I was of course in and out of sleep. Knowing you have a toddler up makes it hard to sleep peacefully. So I guess after the first 30 minutes of the movie he was over it. Usually when we watch Frozen it's a production. We sing the songs as loud as we can, dance around, and enjoy it together. Well not today so I guess he was over it. He walks up to me, taps my arm and says "mommy I'm going to be right back,ok?" I say ok Camden. He does this usually to. Just wanting to go on the main level and play with his toys up there. So I thought nothing of it. But when he touched me again and said "don't be sad mommy I'll come back" I should have known something was up.
So after like 20 minutes I realize I can't hear him running around above me. So one of two things, he's hurt himself and I'm a horrible mother or he's on the very top level searching for candy in grandma's stash. I run up the stairs and I can hear him going "wow"! I turn the corner andl his Easter basket is all over the floor. I mean literally torn apart like wrapping paper from Christmas morning. For a split second I'm pissed off. Like I want to yell at him and pop his hands. But ummm this was my fault. I was sleep. So I just gather it all back up and tell him we have to get ready for church.
We get to church and Camden runs to my mom and says "Ya-ya I got my Easter gifts". I guess all I wanted was to make his day anyway. And clearly I did that, two days early.