It is still cold and raw here in Boston and while we can see most of our grass, it’s still way too cold to toss the kids out the door in the morning to “explore their new yard.” But at this point in the winter (I refuse to acknowledge spring before we at least crack 50 on a regular basis), we’ve completely exhausted most feasible indoor distraction options that last long enough for one of us to finish a cup of coffee while it’s hot. We are desperate. Which explains how we ended up at the grocery store Saturday morning at 8:30 a.m.
About four years ago, we stumbled on an Easter egg hunt in our local supermarket, of all places. That first one was a bit of a train wreck. No organization, a very late bunny appearance and a rather unprepared staff in general. So our expectations were very low, still, it was new and different and we hoped would capture the girls’ attention for at least 15 minutes.
We were therefor pleasantly surprised to find that while the crowds have gotten no bigger and the bunny is still terrifying to Ce, the logistics definitely had improved. The girls had a great time stuffing their faces with free mini donuts and then careening around (rather bewildered) customers pulling eggs off the shelves. Allison was genuinely confused at first but she’s very good at doing exactly as big sister does, so she managed to to figure it out pretty quick.
We followed it up by dying some eggs of our own. Not a bad Saturday morning after all.
Life with one child, never mind two (and a dog), is a never ending process of revising your to-do list in order to change a diaper, find a missing My Little Pony, create your own Frozen invitations because you refuse to pay black market prices or staying up late trying to soothe an ear infection.
Our lives the last month have been a storm of spring sickness (Ally & Mom), birthday parties (Cecilia), doctors appointments (Cecilia & Ally), holiday visiting, and futile attempts to disguise amoxicillin doses in apple sauce. I’ll spare you those photos and just share the cuteness (at least post-Easter mass) of the matching dresses and the egg hunt. We were not foolish enough to attempt any Easter bonnets.
If you spend even just a few hours with our daughter, you know she is a font of energy. I know this is not unusual for little kids, but just like the size of her gigantic, 95th percentile head (sorry honey, that’s from me!), we are convinced her energy reserves also must be near top of the charts. In fact, the very act of sitting still is what now serves to get us most concerned something is wrong.
We call it the Dora/Mickey Mouse Clubhouse scale. If she sits through an entire 20 minute episode of either show, then she’s probably just knocked off her morning 5 miler and is just recouping. If she sits through two episodes, she probably picked up a bug at daycare. If she sits through three episodes, hot dog, we are grabbing the go-bag and hitting the ER.
And nothing seems to get Ce moving more than the vast expanse of Grandmother and Papa’s backyard. Given the opportunity she will endless run from fence post to fence post. It’s exhausting just snapping the photos.
There is a famous childhood story (it’s like catnip for my parents around this time of year) about me dying Easter eggs at my grandparents and ending up covered in purple dye. Cecilia is far too deliberate for that to happen, but she does like a good egg dying session. Look how far she’s come in two years, from Tupperware to glitter eggs.
If you’re feeling a little down, I dare you to watch the 0:50 second mark and not smile. Go ahead, try.
Happy Easter, everyone. If you see us on the turnpike feel free to wave!
There were plenty of stories from our whirling dervish of a trip down the Turnpike a couple weeks ago. Dying Easter eggs, sleeping in a big bed, Gigi’s 90th birthday party, morning egg hunts, chocolate overload and a pretty Sunday dress. I’m getting tired all over again just thinking about. I think I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves:
Giant furry creatures with six inch plastic eyes take some getting used to, especially for a two year old. So, prior to the official Easter weekend egg hunt, last Saturday morning we took Cecilia to a primer hunt held at the local grocery (actually inside the store, yeah odd, I know, just go with it). She was definitely wary to the point of tears at the initial site of the Bunny and she remained wary throughout the experience, but by the end was at least coaxed into sitting next to him. The giant bucket of candy helped too.
Also, to get in the spirit and because Michelle like a good laundry challenge, she decided to invite Ce’s best friend Jackson over for a round of dying Easter eggs. Daddy was quite happy to be at work for this one, but Mamma reports it went off without a hitch and that both toddlers were very serious about the business of coloring their eggs.