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"I&amp;#x27;m typing this in bunny ears. JD is obsessed with me wearing these: He was too cool to wear pink bunny ears yesterday. Whatever, JD. Yesterday marked the beginning of a very exciting, terrifying, unbelievable week for me. My new book Rattled! is officially on sale tomorrow. (Did I just type tomorrow? I did.) However, yesterday I wasn&amp;#x27;t exciting in Rattled! glory. I was watching JD dig through fake green grass in his Easter basket, alone. (Said grass is all over my apartment at the moment.)Holidays are great. I have fond memories of GF Carlo waking me up on Christmas morning at 5 A.M., the two of us then waking up Brian. Brian grabbing his Poo Bear and the three of us waking up our parents. Even though it was still dark out, they got up with us and my father led us down the hall of bedrooms, down the stairs. The three of us and my mom would wait on the living room floor, while my father walked downstairs to the family room with the olive-colored rug and wood-paneled walls. &amp;quot;Santa didn&amp;#x27;t come,&amp;quot; he&amp;#x27;d say, as the glow of the Christmas tree suddenly illuminated, casting a barely there glow on the stairs. We ran down the stairs and began peeling through the gifts. My mother made coffee. She had on a pink robe with a ruffled collar. My father&amp;#x27;s hair was messy and it was pressed down on the side he slept on. There was noise. And talking. Soon the house smelled like French toast-and turkey. It&amp;#x27;s a magical smell. A similar account happened on Easter morning, only the three of us spent an hour looking for Easter eggs strategically hidden around the house. One had a 20 in it. GF Carlo always managed to find it. JD woke up at 6 A.M. yesterday. &amp;quot;Happy Easter, Bunny Bugaboo,&amp;quot; I said. As usual I changed his diaper and poured him a sippy cup of milk. But on the way to the kitchen he stopped dead in his tracks, looked to the right and declared, &amp;quot;Ba-wall!&amp;quot; The slapping of his little feet on the hardwood came next. &amp;quot;Coo-wool!&amp;quot; he said crouching down to the carpet that was dotted with eggs, a big stuffed (really creepy) bunny GF Carlo bought him last year and an Easter basket overflowing with stringy plastic grass. I sat down next to him and watched as he explored the basket and one by one declared the 20 eggs he found were &amp;quot;ba-walls.&amp;quot; Then he threw them through the basketball hoop. &amp;quot;Coo-wool.&amp;quot; It was quiet otherwise. It didn&amp;#x27;t smell like poultry and sugar. I made some coffee and sat around in my leggings and thermal shirt, and JD and I played with his new blocks. The exchange between my son and me is sweet and gentle and I will remember the way we were, just like this, the two of us, a little team, always. This is how it always was. Since I was 11 weeks pregnant. I thought on that for a moment. Then there was a knock at the door. It was 8 A.M. &amp;quot;I-get-eeeeeee&amp;quot; (I&amp;#x27;ll get it), said JD, and he ran to the door. On the other side--GF Carlo--with a huge Easter basket and a medium-size gift bag. &amp;quot;It&amp;#x27;s 7: 50 A.M., Car,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;It&amp;#x27;s Easter, Chris!&amp;quot; he said. I made some French toast. (I later found out Carlo came straight from his girlfriend&amp;#x27;s house. JD is a lucky little boy to have a man like this in his life.) *** Guess what! Matt and Madeline of MattLogelin.com are going to be on Oprah today!!! Be sure to tune in. Visit the Liz Logelin foundation here. Rattled! Reading Schedule: 4-15, NYC 4-23, PHILLY 4-30, CA 5-12, NJ"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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