Last week we spent a few days at my parent's house. Ever since the Easter bunny hid our eggs over there Ez had been asking to go back and look for more eggs. Needless to say that was the first thing we crossed off our list as soon as we got there. We also went to an arcade with friends where Ez fell in love with the alligator bop game. I took him on his first go kart ride, and despite his love of all things that go he was petrified after half a lap. Maybe mommy is a scary driver? The next day we met the same friends for a picnic at the park where Declan loved being fawned over by the other kids and Ez was content to roll around in the dirt. Does anyone else ever feel like having kids is a whole lot like having a puppy? Other highlights of our visit included making the uncles chase Ez and Declan in circles around the house, playing and watching monster trucks, lots of Gangy and Grampa snuggles, and chasing the cats all over the place. It was so much fun that the only way I could convince Ez to leave was with promises of seeing daddy. Speaking of which, Declan was so happy to be reunited with his dad that he pretty much sprinted toward the door as soon as it opened waving his hands and squealing excitedly. I think he was missing all of his and daddy's inside jokes.