Easter

Easter is a holiday with strange vibes. It's not near as hyped up as Christmas or Thanksgiving but I find myself feeling the most sad on Easter when we have to be away from Family. More than any other holiday.

I also kind of dropped the ball on getting Emerson a cute outfit for Easter which is like my number one job as a mom on this day. Sigh.

Anyway, it wasn't a bad day. Just missing some family.

Here are some pics!

Easter and WebMD

So, on Easter morning. I woke up to Taylor looking super hot in his church clothes (I stayed behind, as I was under the weather on account of my monthly lady bill.) I walked out into the living room and turned on my new video game. It was about ten minutes into said video game that I noticed an egg sitting atop the xbox. that's when I immediately turned it off and exclaimed: "IS THIS AN EASTER EGG HUNT?!" and Taylor was acting kind of coy about it, but it was. Then I almost cried because I was overly emotional and because I thought it was so thoughtful. And so there I was, pantsless, hunting for eggs filled with candy, on our first married Easter. 

and then, we later dyed eggs, which was wasn't crazy and took about 5 minutes.  Here is a picture I edited to make our life seem artsy and cool:

 The next day, to my dismay, Taylor started having this pain in the left side of his lower ribs. He is a hypochondriac and I am an extreme worrier. Not the best combo for situations such as these. He started talking about collapsed lungs and I was trying to make light of it while secretly stressing in my mind. So after I got done with paper work and came home I spent the day on google trying to play doctor and figure out what was wrong with him before we spent hundreds of dollars at the doctors office since he is uninsured (where were ya on that one, OBAMA!?!?) Well, as I often do, I turned to WebMD which, in some cases has helped me, but in this case, only made things a million times worse, I typed in his symptoms and everything came up from AIDS, to colon cancer, to gas, to a pulled muscle. So that's when I finally put on my big girl pants, went to the store, bought a buttload of ibuprofen, and shoved it down his throat. and whataya know? he's starting to feel better already.

Here's a picture I edited to make this situation seem funny, artsy, and cool: