The stork didn't bring us our first kid, the Easter Bunny did. We had a double celebration on Sunday, Easter + Michael's 11th birthday; the first time that Easter fell on April 4th since the day he was born in 1999. At dinner, Michael let it go to his head a bit and remarked that everyone was at our house because of him. He was told that Jesus edged him out.
He got a spiffy bike from Nana and Papa and a fancy skateboard and knee, elbow, & wrist pads from Grandpa and Grandma. Later in the afternoon, though, he goobered up his special day a bit. Michael came down the stairs too fast, fell, and landed hard on his back. When he was still in pain an hour and a half later, I took him to urgent care where we spent more than an hour waiting to be seen. Everything checked out okay, thank goodness. How ironic that failure to walk down stairs correctly landed him at the clinic instead of the skateboard.
Overall, we had a nice day with family. Except that everyone pigged out on the candy that the Easter Bunny left for me and Nate, and ate all the birthday cake. I was looking forward to leftovers.
Michael will turn 22 the next time Easter falls on his birthday. I'll make two cakes and hide the candy.
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