The Easter Bunny Can Read Maps!

By Kathleen Daelemans

Maya and I missed Easter. Well I missed Easter. Despite a "tummy ache" and other flu-like symptoms, Maya was still able to color six dozen eggs with her family and whip off a letter to the Easter Bunny before she began strengthening her Mother's case for hardwood floors. My money is on my sister getting her floors in '08. So far, green jelly beans don't come out of white carpets. 

I think Maya had an inkling her energy was running out. She was afraid she'd be too tired to go on the Easter Egg Hunt but since she still had enough energy to sub for the little girl in the Volvo commercial, my sister suggested she write a letter to the Easter Bunny.

Dear Easter Bunny,

Please put my Easter Basket Where it Shows You on the Map. Thank you!

Love, Maya.

Maya has a book on punctuation. Apparently it's not lost on her. She was able to crank out her letter in under 40 "Hey Moms" so Carol suggested she draw the Easter Bunny a map of her room.

Maya woke up on Easter morning with a temperature of 104. It didn't phase her one bit though, "Mama! Mama! Mama! Daddy! The Easter Bunny can read maps!" Her Easter basket was indeed, right next to her bed on a little stool when she woke up.

I'll have what she's having...

I had a fever for 5 days straight. I couldn't have written a letter to save my life. I was taking three showers a day because the body aches were so bad. In fact, the only thing that's kept me going throughout this whole flu has been comparing my energy to Maya's. Hearing how well she's doing gives me hope that I'll actually get rid of this soon. And well it makes me feel really sorry for my sister, Carol.

I call over for a daily reports:

"Her fever is 102 but she's racing around the house on a bike."

"Her fever was 103 last night. Today she's making beaded tiara's for all of her stuffed animals."

"She threw up this morning. Now she's eating chocolate and green jelly beans."


Maya’s fevers are gone. She’s in the whooping cough phase. I’m in the “Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up phase”. The only thing that’s keeping me going is that I’m out of Martinelli’s apple juice.

An Apple a Day Keeps the Pizza Man Away

Most of you know I don’t like to mention brands on the site because I don’t work for free. But I’m breaking my rule. I love Martinelli’s apple juice. $6.99 for a half gallon of juice is outrageous. Unless you consider that it’s not from concentrate and it’s made from U.S. grown, hand picked, tree-ripened fresh apples. If we don’t take care of our farmers, who will?

I buy the half-gallon size container and then fill up one glass apple. When my little apple is gone, I know I’ve had 10 ounces of apple juice. I usually make my little glass apple last a few days. I like to take sips when I’m “starving”. It buys me enough presence of mind to slow down and prepare something healthy. 

When I know I’m in the mood for a “huge glass”, I pour four ounces of juice over an enormous amount of crushed ice in the largest glass I have. It looks like “a lot”, it tastes like a lot and it’s as decadent as any dessert on earth.

Real or Pop Fiction?

The real reason I had to come clean about my Martinelli’s apple cake addiction? Right now, I’m drinking faux. Someone was kind enough to come over and stock my fridge. Can you think of anything more romantic? I could hardly specify brands…So now I’m, you know, putting it out here that I’m an MGM girl. I mean everyone reads my blog. Right, dad?