Tyler met the Easter Bunny yesterday. He really enjoyed the bunny's giant nose and immediately reached up and grabbed it. Thank goodness the bunny didn't really feel that because Tyler was pulling hard on it. He was all smiles. Thank goodness. We had no idea how this meeting would go, and had no expectations but were prepared to step in and be in the picture with him if Tyler threw a fit. Not necessary. Tyler gave the Bunny hugs, high fives, blew kisses, the whole nine yards. They took four or five pictures of him, each one with a bigger smile than the previous. Now I really need to figure out how to get pictures posted here. I'm close, got an FTP client and space on a friend's server. Now I just need time. Time. You know, that thing that is just flying by faster than ever. Shawn and I do a really good job of appreciating every day and every milestone of Tyler's. But I wonder when parents stop doing that. I was at Target the other day and this cute little boy-maybe 5 or 6-was singing sweetly in the shopping cart as his mom pushed him around the store. He kept singing "I love you" and other sweet words so I looked at his mom to smile at her for doing a good job but she was busy chatting on the cell phone missing the whole thing. I would be smothering him in kisses if that were my kid. I think.

Before meeting the Bunny, we took him to Stride Rite. He measured a 7 extra wide sized shoe. The ones he wears are 6-1/2 extra wide so I didn't feel like we had to buy new ones just yet. But we had a big mishap and had to exit the store quickly, resulting in an unnecessary purchase. Between the time the shoe lady measured his feet and the time it took her to bring a pair of shoes to try on, Tyler exploded in his diaper. I didn't know this until he sat on my lap to try the new shoes on and I got a whiff of yuck. I felt really bad for the shoe lady kneeling down in front of him with her head inches from his diaper, but remember my nose is extra sensitive due to that lovely side effect of pregnancy. When he stood up to walk around in the new shoes I discovered his diaper had leaked through his shorts and onto my lap. Fantastic. Now, I always bring a change of clothes for him but not for me! Shawn knew what was going on, he could smell it too. I showed him my lap and he knew I was panicked to get out of there. I wasn't about to hold that stinky kid on my lap again to take those shoes off and put his old ones on so I told her we'd take the shoes, threw Tyler in the stroller, left Shawn to pay for the new shoes we only sort of needed and put the old shoes in the new shoe box, and jammed down to Nordstrom's. Now that I'm a frugal parent, I never shop at Nordstrom but I sure do use their restroom (or lounge, as they call it) a lot.