Jacob and the Attack of the Easter Bunny

Easter hit the O'Neal household hard yesterday afternoon, as a steady drizzle of appropriately-themed packages rained down on my boys. Great-Grandma Peetz sent each boy a stuffed bunny and some candy. Isaac enjoyed the candy portion so much that he prompted a phone call to Poison Control when, in his exuberance, he ate a Hershey's Kiss, foil wrapper and all (note to other parents of toddlers -- or dogs!: I was assured that these wrappers are "perfectly safe" to consume). Great-Grandma Ross sent each boy a rubber ducky that displays an impressive, psychedelic light show from within. When Jacob wasn't terribly impressed, Isaac took both duckies under his wing (ha!) and paraded them all around the house. Grandma Ross, out of sheer hatred for Dada and myself, sent Isaac something she knew he would love -- a large animatronic bunny that sings "Here Comes Peter Cottontail" at an extreme volume out of an invisible speaker. He is sleeping with it tonight. Hope you're happy, Meemaw. Always one to play fair, she also sent Jacob a squishy, beady-eye-free bunny of his own to play with. Because Jacob, and not his brother, was awake at the time of package delivery (and because I want you to marvel at his gigantic blue eyes), you get pictures of him with his new bunny:



At the same time, because we were bored and because I want the grandparents to know what Jacob is up to these days, I took a video of him kicking, squirming, foaming at the mouth, and sassing his mom. It didn't turn out to be terribly interesting. He didn't coo or smile for me (both of which he does quite frequently nowadays), making this video for the rabidly insane O'Neal Boys devotees only: