It was pouring the Monday after Easter when I went to take Crazy to daycare. When I unlocked the car only the driver's side door unlocked instead of all the doors. That should have tipped me off that something wasn't right. I get Crazy strapped into his carseat and go to start the car but nothing happens. I mean nothing, the engine doesn't even try to turn over. It's completely silent in the car except for the sound of rain, which sounds more like laughter to me. I notice that the switch for the parking lights is turned on. The last time I drove the car was to the Easter egg hunt on Saturday morning, in the daylight. I never used my lights. Then I remember that Crazy had climbed into the driver's seat Saturday after we got home. He was pretending to drive while I got all his stuff out of the backseat. He must have turned the lights on. 
So holding back a few choice swear words, I get Crazy out of the carseat and hurry him over to the van. I go back for the carseat and install it in the van, toss Crazy in the seat, and hurry to daycare so he doesn't miss breakfast. When I get back home I realize I don't remember how to jump start a car, plus it's raining outside. I don't have a death wish. I ask my friend if her husband can jump it but she tells me her hubby left on cruise the day before. So I call our single guy friend we've known for years. He tells me he'll be by around lunch time. Hubby calls at lunch time and tells me to call a different single guy because Hubby had to jump start his car the week before so he owes him one. I call G and leave a message. G calls back 10 minutes later and says he'll be there in 15 minutes. G and D show up, thank me for getting them out of work, and hold back laughter when I inform them that I'll be taking notes while they jump start my car. Hubby told me that the battery might be so dead that it may not start at all and I'll have to buy a new one off base. Luckily it started right up and I let it run for an hour to recharge. My two new favorite single guys, G and D, leave but promise me that if anything else happens while Hubby is gone they'll take care of it for me. Thank goodness for single guys!
The week before Easter Hubby left on cruise. That same week Crazy started his first full day in the Toddler room at daycare. It only took four days for him to develop an ear infection, in both ears. I picked him up Thursday and they told me he wasn't feeling well and was really hot. They didn't take his temperature because if he had a fever he would have to be sent immediately home and couldn't come back the next day. Nice gesture and all but I could have taken him to the doctor one day sooner. The boy was on FIRE! I didn't want to touch him, his whole body was so hot. We got home and by 5:30 he comes into the kitchen while I'm making dinner and tells me he wants to take a nap in his crib. I've never heard him say anything remotely like that before. I didn't even know he was capable of uttering "nap" and "crib" in the same sentence! I put him in his crib and he immediately went to sleep. After about 45 minutes he woke up and wanted to sit with me on the couch. He didn't want anything to eat or drink. Around 8pm, his normal bedtime, I loaded him up on tylenol and put him to bed. He woke up every hour, and I mean EVERY hour, crying. His fever just kept going up. The next morning I took him to the clinic to see the triage nurse. We waited an hour to see her. I knew something was really wrong because normally Crazy would be running all aroun the waiting area and instead he was sprawled out on two chairs hugging Bob, his beluga whale. The nurse told us it was an ear infection and made an appointment with the doctor. After 20 more minutes, the doctor confirmed it was an infection, a bad one in one ear and a mild one in the other. We left with antibotics, tylenol, and motrin. The rest of the day was spent watching Sesame Street and Clifford. Crazy would freak out whenever I left the room, even to go to the bathroom. Talk about clingy! Saturday morning was the big Easter egg hunt on base. I thought we would have to miss it but he woke up feeling much better, thanks to antibotics, and his fever was gone so I went ahead and took him. He managed to collect 12 eggs, not too bad considering he freaked out after picking up one egg. When he went for the second egg he realized that he was surrounded by a frenzy of egg-crazed toddlers and just froze. I finally got him to concentrate on picking up certain colored eggs and he was fine. After the hunt we took our picture with the Easter bunny. Crazy is not a fan of the Easter bunny.
Back at home we called Hubby, who was in port, on the phone so Crazy could talk to him a little. We watched an Easter special on TV that night and when I put Crazy down for bed I told him that the Easter bunny would come once he was asleep. He was out in less than 3 minutes. Luckily my mom sent a bunch of stuff from the States for his Easter basket. When he woke up he was so excited to see his basket full of stuff. He took his sweet time going through all of it and then he found the eggs the Easter bunny hid in the living room.
He insisted on opening up all the eggs because he knew there was candy inside. After one egg I informed him that it was our Easter bunny's rule that he open only one egg a day. The rest of the candy in his basket could "only be opened by Daddy." It worked. Of course as soon as Hubby came home at the end of cruise (two weeks later) Crazy insisted he open all of the candy and toys that only he could open. Then it was Hubby's turn to tell Crazy that he couldn't have 10 pieces of chocolate all at once. After dealing with ear infections, 10 days of antibotics, Easter, and a shoe-throwing incident at daycare, Mommy was off duty!
The spouses' club had a karaoke night at a local Japanese karaoke bar and of course we turned it into a competition. There were four teams, randomly selected (the XO's wife watched me do it because people don't know how to trust anymore!!!) representing the different decades. We had the 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s. I was on the 80s team. We competed in three different categories: best song, best costume, and best choreography. My team decided to perform to Thriller. I looked up the dance moves on YouTube and came up a dance routine. I got stuck with that job because M was singing and N was sick, plus M reminded me that I was once a cheerleader so it was right up my alley. We practiced our very long dance for two days before the "big day." Our costume consisted of our husband's uniform dress shirts (which I need to get drycleaned before Hubby gets home from cruise), ties, jean skirts, leggings, and leg warmers. Of course we had the ratted out hair and lots of eye makeup (purple). We ended up winning the dance contest, pity vote? Probably. I have it on videotape so Hubby and I watched it the next day. He couldn't stop laughing. Let's just say that a pregnant woman 6 months along dancing in heels isn't the most graceful thing. I'll be generous and share a picture. Please try to control your laughter...
