It might have been his second Easter...

I took this picture today, on Easter Monday.  Two weeks ago, I was all sorts of excited when I found a "Baby's 1st Easter" bib at the Carter's outlet store.  I brought it home, ran it through the washer and stored it safely in the diaper bag so we would have it to take to the grandparents' house on Easter Sunday. Well, Peter ate dinner sans bib, and at the time that I was feeding him, I didn't even think about the bib that was packed away.  I actually remember not even caring that he had a bib on since he was doing such a good job of getting all the food in his mouth. So as it would happen, I unearthed it early this afternoon and wanted to kick myself. But I am trying to see the glass as half full here. I mean, at least he gets to be clean in this picture. No messy stains on the bib. Doesn't he just look adorable?
Time goes so quickly that it's hard to realize that a year ago, I thought I might be going into labor the night before Easter.  Earlier that week, I had been in the hospital for an external cephalic version when it was determined at 36 weeks that Peter was breech.  There is no stranger feeling than to be nine months pregnant and walk into a hospital, NOT be in labor, put on a hospital gown, go under spinal anesthesia, recover and leave the hospital, again NOT in labor. So four days later, when I started having contractions, I thought for sure my child was going to be born on Easter Sunday of 2009. But it turned out they were only temporary ones.  He waited another two weeks to come into this world, the little bugger. I can't believe he's going to be a year old in less than three weeks. Of course, like his two brothers, Peter has his own personality, but he is learning very quickly the types of behaviors that get him some attention.  Tonight, during story time, he actually pushed Nicholas out of my lap.  And Nicholas is no lightweight.  And Nicholas was NOT happy about it, either.
We enjoyed Easter of 2010 a little too much.  It carried over to this morning, when I decided that breakfast was going to be three peanut butter eggs and two cups of coffee. I remember when I was a kid that peanut butter eggs were the best invention ever. Then Reeses decided to make their rendition for every holiday. There are now Reeses trees, hearts and pumpkins.  That is just not right, people. How can I be expected to resist that many combinations of peanut butter and chocolate?  Clearly, my sons have inherited my love of chocolate. They each housed a chocolate bunny yesterday before lunch time even rolled around (I know -- what lunch time?! It was Easter!).  My latest favorites are Malley's Chocolates, which my mom brought us from Ohio.  This is (was) a box of Easter caramels, in the shapes of various bunnies, lambs, and the like. Of course, because they were SMALLER bunnies, I had several. Yesterday and today.  I think the storage directions inside the Malley's box are hysterical: "If you intend to immediately consume all your chocolates, stop reading and start eating.  For those with immense discipline [read on]..." There was no need to read on.  They will be gone by this time tomorrow, I am certain.