April 09, 2012

How many times can I cry during one weekend?

We decided to take the kids out for a late lunch Easter Sunday after our egg hunt and dragging them from car lot to car lot trying to decide what kind of vehicle we want.

It started off with smiles and promises of lobster rolls and cheddar bay biscuits. But then...there were no lobster rolls.

It went downhill from there.

Le husband's work phone wouldn't stop ringing. Remy's behavior was going south with every passing second. Kicking, pounding on the table, throwing food in every which direction. And with every passing stink eye that I was getting from the wait staff, I knew I only had one real option.

This was one battle I was not going to win. After only three or so bites of my food, I hastily grabbed the truck keys from le husband and hightailed it outside with Remy, leaving him and the older two kids to take care of the check.

I carefully buckled Sir Fussypants into his carseat, gave him a board book to occupy his attention, and promptly sat in the front seat and burst into tears.

Real talk. 

And then, after maybe five minutes, I hear a sweet, little voice from the back seat..."Mommmmmmmyyyyyy....mmmmmmmmwahhh."

And there's my boy, trying his best to blow me a kiss. 


When we got home, the card Owen made for us for Easter caught my eye on the counter. I stopped unloading the dishwasher and read it for must have been the tenth time this weekend.

"Dear family, I am having lots of fun at school and also I can't wait until Easter is here. I love all of you, including Olivia, Remy, Jessica (mom), John (dad), and the new baby. The only thing I care about is spending time with my family. I love every single one of you. I don't care about candy, Easter egg hunts, not even DS games. The only thing I care about is my nice, caring, loving family. I love you all. Love, Owen, your son and brother."

And then I was crying all over again. Moral of the story? Pregnancy hormones are causing me more tears that I'd like to admit AND I am so blessed to call that eight year old boy mine.


Snapshots from the weekend..

To see last Easter, click here.

Happy Monday!


  1. That second photo of Owen and Olivia is TOOOO CUTE!

  2. Your family is beautiful, Jess. Truly beautiful. That card is priceless!!

  3. Oh, your family is so, so sweet. And I'm right there with you on the crying!

  4. what a sweet sweet boy that owen is! you're doing a great job jess!

  5. Isn't it crazy when things go down like that and then shortly after our kids can make it better just by one word?? And the card he made, OH MY!!!

    (I was actually going through some of my daughter's old things in a box last night that she's made through the years because she's 17 now and I am so missing old times, and anyway, I posted all around my room like 10 different things she's made, and when she got home around 9:30 last night, (I was oddly in bed already), she came in and kissed me goodnight and looked around the room and was like "What did you do in here, decorate with my old art?" Awww....it's a hard time for me right now with her getting so old :(



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