As part of our Easter tradition, every year we have an egg cracking competition. The cracked eggs are then used to make deviled eggs for dinner. Last year’s tournament ended with grandma as the reigning champion. But this year Ellie would be eligible for competition, so anything could happen.
2012: Easter Dinner
Always one of the best meals of the year. It’s a tough choice between this and Thanksgiving, but I think I pick Thanksgiving. Aya picks this. Easter dinner is always at my parents house and my mom does 98% of the cooking. I brought coleslaw and my brother brought carrots. My mom did the rest which included: fresh and smoked kielbasa, homemade peirogis (not homemade by her, but some lady named Jenny), ham, ambrosia salad, deviled eggs, sauerkraut, and homemade bread. Ugh, what a meal! So good!
For dessert she always makes a homemade banana lamb cake (it’s shaped like a lamb). And then as a special treat since my dad loves zombies, we made him his own zombie chocolate Easter Bunny. Good times, Happy Easter!
PREGNANT CRAVINGS
When Aya was pregnant with Ellie, she had absolutely no morning sickness or any aversions to food. Not only was she not disgusted by any food, she didn’t have any cravings either. At least, nothing unusual from her usual cravings as an exotic food loving person. (Her cravings kicked in postpartum when she’d send me to Dunkin’Donuts for a triple chocolate donut at 4am while she was nursing. Donuts? I wasn’t complaining.) But with this pregnancy, it’s been a whole different ball game.
ELLIE + ONE
It appears I need to buy a new web domain; thegoodthedadandthebabies.com. Yes, babies, as in plural.
TROUBLE IN PARADISE
I always considered us to have a good relationship. We made a pretty good team, but we also remained individuals. She had her likes and dislikes and I had mine, but we respected them. She’d let me listen to the music I wanted to, and in return we’d watch the show she liked. We could spend time together or spend time apart and be content. Even if we were doing separate things in the same room, she’d go about her business and I’d go about mine. But we’d look up once in awhile and smile at each other, and maybe even blow a kiss. I was content and happy. Things were great. Were.
Over the past few months, things have become strained a bit. Our simple carefree relationship was being tested. Maybe it’s the stress of all the changes over the past few months, but someone has become an outright over-opinionated nag.