E is for Easter and Eventually

It's my first Easter away from home and when talking to my parents and listening to my grandparents in the background talking - I cried. A lot.
Don't get me wrong - it's not the first time I thought "Oh I miss home"- I think it just really hit hard that I could've been there but I'm not. I haven't been to Qu�bec in almost 10 years - a shame really. What also hurt is knowing that I won't be there next month when Tim goes for a conference because V�in�'s documents won't be ready in time for us to go. Ah well - we're aiming for September.
Did I get anything for V�in� for Easter? Yes. A little plastic egg with a toy car in it from the Disney movie Cars.
I don't want V�in� to grow up thinking Easter is another Christmas...another materialistic holiday filled with toys, clothes and enough candy to make the dentist cry. Tim and I both grew up with getting a simple chocolate bunny and eventually I got a chocolate egg with my name doodled in icing on top. That was the highlight of my Easter - and a large family dinner of turkey (barf) or ham if I was lucky. (I really love ham - hate turkey).
I'm not knocking other parents - by all means - do what you want - he or she is your kid! I just want V�in� to grow up learning to appreciate the little things in life like baking cookies, or learning something hands-on (the other day we taught him that leaves grow from buds on the twigs and to not tear them down off a tree)...things I would appreciate doing with my parents.
I can't wait until V�in� is old enough to do big-boy things - like paint an egg or paper mache one, like I saw my friend do with her 4-year old. I think that would be great! And do a mini Easter egg hunt throughout the home or yard - I'm down with that. I'm sure the time will be here before I know it.

Anyways - onto the "Eventually" part.
Today V�in� turned 5 months old. Every month is a sense of accomplishment for me because I constantly worry about "SIDS" - and I wasn't exactly an easy birth or post-operation baby myself. Not that V had an operation - but you get my drift. I appreciate everyday he's happy, healthy or screaming.
So - I have yet to be peed on until today. We bathed him tonight in hopes to see my family on Skype (they're in Qu�bec and leaving tomorrow to drive back to NS) - and because it was that time of the week! He was getting stinky LOL.
I have two towels for him - and his softer one was dirty and in his hamper to be washed tomorrow - so I used a bit of a rougher one, and he got upset when I dried him. So I just whispered "Please don't pee on Mommy" repeatedly. I removed the towel and stood him up to give him a hug because he stopped crying once the towel was gone and he gave me a big hug in return. I was about to lie him down when I felt something warm and wet sliding down my stomach and into my lap.
Thankfully it wasn't a lot - because that would've really sucked - as I too, had a shower today and was squeaky clean until he popped my "never been peed on by a baby" balloon.