Russell Brand VS. Easter Bunny

I took these cutie-pies to see HOP. I figured it would be fun and they would be easy company :)

Even though I don't have kids, this 2.5 hour outing taught me 3 very important lessons about moms/kids, my mom/me as a kid and me as a mom/my future kids (AKA KIDS AND MOMS, ya still with me?):

LESSON #1: YOU FEEL PARTIALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THE "BOYS" THEY HAVE CRUSHES ON. I was a little alarmed when Jenna (6 years old) grabbed my arm when Russell Brand had his cameo appearance and whispered, "Ooohhh, he is CUTE!!!" Yikkesss :)

I felt much better when E.B. (short for East Bunny) hopped up and she said, "ohh, but that bunny is MUCH cuter."

LESSON #2: I ALWAYS USED TO WONDER WHY A WOMAN COULD ALWAYS BE ON TIME AND THEN BAM! SHE BECOMES A MOMMA AND IS ALWAYS LATE. I mean, I understand getting another little person ready, fed, snacks and diapers packed and out the door is difficult, but it seems like it would become easier with time. I. take. it. back. We had TWENTY minutes to get from purchasing our tickets to Target to get some snacks for the movie and back. TWENTY minutes. Piece of cake. So I thought... First of all, they insisted on walking "only on the brown tiles." What happened when the brown tiles stopped? Ohh, they both stopped too and said they had no where to walk. Every store display caused a little girl to sprint up to the mannequin and try to touch them. They get distracted by the Cinnabon smell wafting through the air (so maybe I got a little distracted there, too). They played Red Light-Green Light, saw Build-a-Bear and took off sprinting .Then there's the zigzag over to the gum-ball machine, followed by the wanting to show off their Twinkle Toes Sketcher Light up shoes that light up when they jump. So instead of speed walking to Target, I am like a sheep-herder trying to lead little jumping bunny rabbits. :) After what feels like walking in circles, I finally think OH! HOLD THEIR HANDS! Good idea? No! Then they want me to swing them, but they didn't give me a count of 3 or anything. All of a sudden they just grab your hand, clench... and JUMP :) We finally made it to Target. I had definitely earned my Reese Pieces. I know will NEVER roll my eyes again when people with little kiddos are late. I will instead ask their tips and secrets :)

LESSON #3: I SPECIFICALLY REMEMBER MY MOM MAKING MY SISTER AND I ALWAYS SHARE DRINKS, EVEN WHEN WE SOOOOO BADLY WANTED OUR OWN. I remember begging for my own can of rootbeer and PROMISING I would finish the whole thing. She would never believe me and we would end up sharing. I used to think 'what's the big deal? If I think I can finish it, I am pretty sure I can finish it.' WRONG YET AGAIN. Jenna and Meg convinced me they could eeassssiilllyyy each finish a pop and remembering my childhood, I agreed. I think at the end of the movie, Jenna had taken two sips and Megan was mmaaayybbbee halfway with hers. I dumped them in the garbage, feeling myself becoming more like my mother by the second... :) love you momma

The movie was cute, I dropped the girls off and was ready for bed. Exhaustingg... I don't know how you do it ALLLLLL day.

But when these homemade thank-you notes appeared the next day, ALLLL was forgotten...