We got a sunny, warm (relatively speaking) Easter after all!
Grandad – uh, I mean The Easter Bunny – was outside at first light to hide the plastic eggs filled with Truly Awful, Very Bad For You Easter Candy. I cannot tell a lie – I bought it. Jelly beans, marshmallow hiding eggs, and malted milk Robin’s Eggs.
No Peeps. I hate those things.
No Easter Finery this year, either.
I do wish that clothing stores would realize that not everyone lives where it will be 70F on Easter Sunday. The only choices I saw this year in Little Girl sizes were sun dresses. We won’t be wearing those a month from now!
We found her bright pink sweatpants, and she wore her purple jacket. That’s Easter-y enough for right now!
Our Bunny is a master at hiding eggs. So good, in fact, that in just the last year we found an old green plastic egg from when my youngest stepson was still carting a basket around the yard on Easter Morning. He turned 30 in January…
No candy in that one – just coins.
We tuned our Hunt this year to the abilities/attention span of our Resident 3-year-old by having a small number of eggs, in fairly obvious spots. “The Bunny” had left word, we told her, that she should look first in all the places where she plays. 20 minutes, 7 cries of ,”Oh! I SEE one!” and it was all good…
But where was number 8?
“Are you sure it was 8?” he whispered, puzzling as to where he left it.
I was sure.
It had blown off the tree stump – whew!
Hope your Sunday was as full of Joy and Sunshine as ours!