Tha Jerz

It was our year with the wife's family for Easter. We were in New Jersey. I haven't really spent much time in Central or North Jersey, and every time I go there, I feel like it's a good thing. The neighborhood we were in was nice enough, but I think there are more conversion vans per capita in North Jersey and New York City than anywhere else in the world. Why is this? There's also a really high number of men with moustaches. Not handlebars or anything fancy, just the plain ol.' Why?

It was the youth's first Easter. He didn't really get anything fun, except that J picked him up a toy cell phone from Carter's on Saturday morning when she and her mom went. He enjoys eating it, just like everything else. Screaming is huge right now, too. He was even screaming when he was playing by himself this morning in his crib. Next year will be the first Easter basket; he'll be 20 months old and able to enjoy it. Then the next year he's eligible for the big one: you got it, the White House Easter Egg Roll. Actually, according to that site, you can go as long as you're under 7, but I think he should wait til he's 2. The White House thing is a huge deal. A kid from my elementary school went, and we held an assembly for the entire school to see the egg. Of course, this was in a town that had 6 bowling alleys for 12,000 people and the finest dining establishment was owned by Kirk Gibson, but still. It's cool to get one of those wooden eggs.