Early Easter treats and potential apologies

Yesterday a neighbour we're not too close too, a wave and a 'hi, how are you" about covers the relationship, brought over some Lindt Easter bunnies, one each for the kids. This was a lovely surprise, all the more when you consider the 'predicament' which occurs when one gives Easter eggs to a baby. Riley is still at an age where you give him an Easter egg, and he'd rather eat the foil. Whereas Keira is old enough now to give a dissertation on the subtle differences of chocolate varieties on the palate. Naturally, this leaves us with the question of what to do with Riley's chocolate. Chocolate in the past, passed through my breast milk, used to cause him to break out in terrible eczema. (Not so anymore, as it turns out). The question is solved by a conversation that usually goes like this: Me: Would Riley like some Easter egg? (Breaking off a large-ish chunk for herself) Riley: No answer, or, perhaps a grunt not related to the question Me: OK, I'll eat it for you then buddy (Popping it into her mouth) Adam: Riley, egg? No? OK (Pops it into his mouth, without even waiting for his son's response) Ah, Easter's grand. Now, the potential apologies. As of last night, an influx of interstate visitors has begun to arrive for our impending Adam/Keira/Riley combined birthday extravaganza on the weekend. Combined with Riley's Christening on Sunday, it's going to be a big-one, but will no doubt provide ample blogging material. So if I'm not around here as much, I'll make it up to you next week. But in all honesty I may still be here, because I am a compulsive soul, with certain habits that are hard to break.