I miss my easter candy. I just do. I know it's good that it's gone. I know that it's good that our next "candy" holiday is months and months away. But I really love having an excuse to have seasonal candy in the house. I'm lame like that.
But chances are you are, too. Maybe a little? Yes?
Nothing good to post. After dismantling the kids' easter eggs and sorting the candy into piles (yes, still writing about candy), I told Chase to hide the candy from me. I've had too much and sugar makes babies BIG. At least this is what my friends who have endured gestational diabetes tell me. And I tend to believe them. So anywho, my babies are big all on their own. I don't need a baby inflated by sugar. So I told the man to take it. Take all of it! Far away!
He hid it in his closet. I know because I found it two days later with not much trying.
He also hid the Halloween candy there.
So when Chase got home yesterday and saw a suspicious looking wrapper sitting next to me he was right to question. But he didn't mention that he was MOVING the hidden candy!
But he did.
And I am sad.