Matt wanted to know what fake Easter was. He's referring to the calendar where I scribbled "Fake Easter" over Saturday's date. Basically, it's celebrating Easter on the wrong day because prior commitments don't allow us to get together with my family on the actual holiday.

My mother wanted to know if I was going to cook a special Easter dinner at home on Sunday. I paused, not knowing that I was supposed to cook a special Sunday Easter dinner. I reminded her that I probably won't, but if I did (being totally non-religious and consumer minded) my version of a special Easter dinner would probably be food shaped to look like a bunny.

Matt just got back from fabulous Las Vegas and Dr. D is off to the same place tonight. Earlier this evening, the doctor called me up to ask me if Matt forgot to bring me back anything in particular. "Yeah" I said, "a suitcase full of money."

I'm not sure if Matt knows that by asking me what I've been doing he is now obligated to notice the difference when he gets home on Thursday. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't have told him. He might be expecting sparkling clean, while I'm just excited to see the floor again.

On Sunday morning my nephew smiled at me for the first time. He is about five months old now (for those of you who are counting) and normally stares at me like I have two heads. That morning Sarah and I had come downstairs from playing in her room and I smiled at him and he smiled back. Again and again. Before her brother could steal away any more attention, Sarah invited me to have rosy tea in the living room with her and Eeyore.

Just spoke to Matt on the phone. He'll be home in the morning and I can't wait.