We spent Easter in Delaware with Jeff’s parents. It was a good Easter. The boys were happy, everyone was healthy, and we ate ourselves sick with candy. Thanks, easter bunny. We met the bunny, hunted for eggs, and pet some goats.
Julian and Arthur loved having two dogs to play with. They took them for walks and chased them around the yard. Arthur spent a good amount of time barking at them and climbing in and out through the doggy door. Alright, you animal, we get it.
One of my favorite parts of the weekend was Friday night: Jeff and I got to go on a date. The first date since….January? It was lovely.
My other favorite part was that Arthur didn’t love sleeping in a strange crib, so every morning when he would wake up way too early, I would sneak into the boys’ room and snatch Arthur out of his crib and lie in the empty bed next to Julian’s bed with him. He would drape himself around me like a heating blanket, with his hair in my face, and go right back to sleep. One morning, after we had woken up and Julian had gone downstairs to hang with Grammy, Arthur and I stayed in bed for another half hour. Cuddling, tickling, smooching. Every time I asked Arthur if he wanted to get up, he said no. So we cuddled some more. It was one of my favorite moments ever.
The boys loved running around outside. We loved sitting around in the sun with a cold beer in our hands. Also: eating lots of mini chocolate eggs.
On Sunday, at the cousins’ house in New Jersey, Julian fell in love with a little bike with training wheels and rode it around the block a million times. Arthur fell in love with this car and his new hairdo:
As Jeff and I were strolling around the lovely suburban neighborhood, I asked him if we were doing it all wrong. Look at this lovely suburban green grass and how happy our kid is riding that bike. Jeff reminded me that we are doing exactly the same thing. Julian gets to ride his bike every day. We just have more people around and less grass. And coffee shops on the way for coffee and treats. And a breathtaking view from the Promenade.
When we returned to Brooklyn on Sunday, it felt so good to be home. It’s always good to see how other people do things; it gives us a different perspective. But we know that until further notice, city life is the life for us.
So we got our bikes out of storage and took them for a quick spin. We have been waiting for this moment for so long. Finally! Spring is here.