Easter egg fight. . .

I’m not sure why, but I forget every year of my sister-in-law’s love of confetti eggs at Easter.  Tacie loves those eggs and for the last seven years, we have found confetti in places that you wouldn’t think confetti could get.  At this point, I’m so glad I have the $800 camera so no one comes near me with any eggs! 

Ellie dumping confetti and Tacie and Trae’s dog Memphis.

Ellie’s witch cackling laugh because she dumped confetti on Memphis the dog.

I love this “you want some of this Mama?” face.

The girls got Papaw eventhough he was carrying a video camera.  I don’t think they knew the rules!

Aunt Katy gets the girls. . .

Aunt Tacie gets Aunt Katy. . .

Uncle Wes gets the girls. . .

Katy gets Uncle Wes. . .good. . .down the shirt, in the arm pit hair. . .she got him good. . .

This one was funny.  Emma smashed that egg on her Daddy’s head so hard, but it didn’t break.  I’m pretty sure he had an egg shaped bruise from it though!

Sneaky Uncle Wes hiding the Easter egg.  He and Ellie have a special bond.  I think it’s the second born thing.  Ellie’s his buddy and follows him everywhere when they are together.

It took Ellie a little bit, but she found the egg. 

The money egg!

Again, sneaky Uncle Wes.  Ellie opened her money egg and Uncle Wes got the money.  He kept putting it in eggs she’d already opened and getting it back in her bucket.  By the end of the it, Ellie had opened five money eggs and Emma didn’t think it was very fair that she had only one.

See the family resemblance of the center child and the one on the right?  Their smiles crack me up?  Adyson’s probably in mid yawn and I don’t have an excuse for Ellie.

It looks like Emma didn’t even move from the last picture.  There’s Adyson’s smile and Ellie’s wondering what candy she’s going to eat first.

Emma poses for another picture, Adyson’s concentrating on getting the sucker to her mouth and Ellie’s finally smiling.

And it’s not a family get together without a picture of my brother-in-law Wes posing for the “statue of Wes” photo.

The Tow Family

The other Tow Family

The married into the Tow Family:  Adyson and her Daddy


Easter pandamonium. . .

We had a great Easter weekend that involved beautiful weather with surprisingly very little wind.  Friday was a little cold, but Emma’s class got to go to the gazebo across from the courthouse for her Easter Party.  I was in charge of desserts and yet again, was not allowed to go.  Emma will tell me, “Mama, I know I’ll cry if you come up to the school and I don’t get to leave with you.  I know I’ll get in trouble at home for crying at school, so I don’t want you to come.  We’ll try this maybe in the 1st grade.”  At least she’s being honest with herself!

We also are trying a new church here in town.  How awesome is it to sleep in Sunday morning, leave three minutes before church starts and still get there with two minutes to spare?!?  Dustin was the time keeper and kept telling us that we had to get going.  We got in the truck and when he sat down in the driver’s seat, he spilled his coffee on his dress pants.  How I managed not to hold my tongue on not make a comment about the time is still a wonder to me!  The girls had fun hunting easter eggs and ate at least two pounds of sugar during church.

Another round of cupcakes.  They are supposed to be easter eggs sitting in grass.

The chocolate cupcake is supposed to be the dirt on the ground.  I asked Emma if she knew what everything was and she got it.  She also loves cookies and cupcakes and would have told me anything I made looked wonderful.  Sweet girl.  Knows exactly what to say to make her Mama feel good.

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Emma the Kindergartener

Emma wanted to hold the easter egg cupcakes and then was saying, “This is really heavy Mama!  Hurry and get the picture!”

“I found an egg.”

“God Almighty!  Who put lemon drops in these eggs?!?”  I love this picture.

Emma here is thinking someone is about to grab this egg she saw from the next lawn over. .

She dove on the ground and in the process lost all of her eggs.  Silly girl! 

Ellie’s not too sure about the Easter Bunny.  This so reminds me of Steel Magnolias!!  “We’ll talk about uncomfortable when you’re nine months pregnant!”

I had on 4″ heels and apparently my head kept getting cut out of the picture.  We opted for a sit down (or as Ellie thought lay down) family photo.

This is the ultimate big sister/little sister picture.  “I’m not touching you.”  “She’s touching me!”

Now they are friends again.

Ellie’s facial expressions are priceless.

Notice the t-shirt Dustin chose to wear on Easter Sunday.

This is one of the 200 pictures Dustin tried to take of us girls.  Ellie smiled for two of them.

The sugar made her a little tired and she was ready to lay down.

This is one of the two of her smiling.

We got the girls some easter toys and I cracked up when I saw the bunny mask.  The girls are such suckers for glasses or masks!  They love anything that has a “Super Hero” look to it.

As always, Ellie can never puts her mask on straight.  So she always ends up being the trusty sidekick. . .with alot of bruises because she can’t see where she’s going.

It’s the Easter Dinosaur?!?  I love the toys in the Easter aisle at Wal-Mart!

Nurse Ratched. . .

Let it be known that the Jackson women are not good nurses.  It must be passed down from generation to generation.  My Grandma almost electrocuted my Papa when she got a bucket of warm water to soak his feet and then thought it might be a good idea for him to shave with the electric razor.  Jess and I would complain about our stomach, head, left pinky, etc. hurting before school started and Mom would tell us exactly how we would spend the day in bed. . .with no TV. . .no music. . . no coloring. . .no play-doh.  It’s a miracle!  My left pinky feels better.  I think I’ll go to school.  And don’t even think of getting sick on a Wednesday. 

Now Mom has had her fair share of nursing Dad over the years.  I would have thought Dad would have learned by now, but he must really love the care he gets from my mom.  I hope that’s not interpreted as a sexual reference because. . .yuck.  Dustin has learned about this family trait and knows that if he gets sick, I do not have sympathy.  I will follow you around with Lysol and make you stay in one designated area.  I will not boil a chicken for chicken noodle soup.  He’s lucky he got a better job because I’ll buy Progresso soup rather than Campbell’s chicken noodle.  Dust would rather  fight the flu for three weeks without medicine, but in the process get all of us sick.  I don’t want to hear that you have coughed so hard your back hurts.  I think he knows this statement just irritates me.  But in my defense, it’s not my fault.  Really. 

I’ve spent a few days this week over at Dad’s to “take care of him” when Mom has to go get something.  By taking care of him, I’ve got him some water with lemon, some fruit and I’ve fetched a walker.  I must be doing a good job because he’s only called me Nurse Ratched one time.  I’ve never seen One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, but something tells me that being called Nurse Ratched is not a compliment.  Besides the fetching I have done, I have got to have some good conversations with Dad and watched quite a bit of Food Network. 

So all in all, this week has been a lot of fun for me.  Maybe not so much for Dad or  Nurse Nana, but I’ve enjoyed myself.  Ellie can’t wait to go over there and see Dad’s leg.  She’s all about the scars and blood or lack there of.  If there ever was a nurse in our family, it would be Ellie.  Wait, I’ve seen her throw her babies down when they cry, spank them for being bad or step on them if they are in the floor.  We might have to re-evaluate that career choice.  I think if you asked her right now what she wanted to be when she grows up, I’m pretty sure a puppy or a kitty would be at the top of her list.  She just came in from outside and said she wanted to be the Tooth Fairy.  I wonder if they have a good dental insurance. . .okay that was lame but pretty funny!

Dad has to give himself a shot twice a day.  Ellie’s fascination tells me that someday in the future, my child will come home with a tattoo and I will experience what Mom and Dad went through with me.  I know, paybacks a b*%$@#.

I’m surprised Ellie didn’t offer to give Papa the shot.  At this point, if Emma were in this picture, she’d either be dry heaving off the edge of the bed or passed out on the floor.

Papa at work and Ellie getting settled in for the afternoon.

Ellie hard at work while Papa is at the “office.”

Papa and Ellie

In the previous post about Dad, the doctor went through his knee to “pound” out the shaft.  Here is Dad’s bandage for that one.

He has 20 staples in his knee. . .

and 64 staples in his hip.  Funny story about Ellie after I had my surgery.  The doctor wrote on my chest with a marker so he would know where to cut.  I couldn’t take a shower for a couple of days, so I had marker still on me when the girls came back home.  One day I noticed that Ellie had marked on her chest like Mama.  We had to have a conversation about staples and how they only go on paper.  I bet not too many 3-year-olds have this conversation with their Mama?!?

Nurse Ratched, I mean Mom cleaning Dad’s hip incision.

This kind of makes my toes tingle. 

The modesty police. . .aka Mom. . .kept telling me not to get Dad’s hiney (I have small children, therefore, I have not used the word butt in about six years).  Ironically enough, the word “crap” flows freely from my mouth??? 

Ellie was holding Papa’s hand and making him feel better while Mom doctored him up.

Me being the curious one in the family got a tape measure for Mom to measure Dad’s new scar.  Straight across it’s 17″ but following the curve of the scar it’s about an inch or two longer.

If you take into consideration that Mom has changed Dad’s bandages twice a day for 10 to 14 days after surgery for the past six hip replacements, she has done this approximately 120 to 168 times.

The “AB” on Dad’s leg is his doctor’s initials.  That way when he gets into the operating room, they know who’s patient he is.  I’d just check the chart, but that’s me.  I also like to sign my handy work too!

I don’t know what hurts more.  A hip replacement or taking off a sticky bandage twice a day.  You can’t do the count to three and rip really fast approach.  That’s a toss up.  Or maybe eyebrow waxing.  Geez Louise, now that’s painful.

Dad’s mysterious bruise.  I’m not sure if it looks better or not?

A good one of Ellie and Dad.  She told Papa she would pray for his bruise on his arm when she went to bed that night.  He said, “What about Papa’s leg?” and Ellie was like, “Okay, I’ll do that too.”  Ellie’s thinking, “Nevermind Papa’s hip, did you see that bruise?”

Nothing like a hug from your granddaughter to make you feel better.

I love Ellie’s face.  This is her “Ohh me goss” face.  (oh my gosh)

When you’re as crafty as Nurse Nana, you learn a few tricks over the years.  She uses saran wrap or a ziploc bag to keep the gauze in place while she pulls the stocking over it.  Once the stocking is in place, pull the saran wrap slowly and the gauze stays in place.  I tell you what.  Mom’s handier than a pocket on a shirt.  And in the words of Mom, “This isn’t just a stupid face.”  Yah, she said stupid rather than pretty.  We’ve never let her forget that one.  I love my Mom.  🙂