Good Easter morning, everyone. I really thought we had made my kid tired enough yesterday that he’d sleep in a bit this morning, but around 6am I started hearing him “read” from his crib. His reading, by the way, consists of finding some letters and trailing his finger along them while saying, “E O E O E OOO EEEEEEE.” And I knew he was awake. But a couple of surprises and some blueberry pancakes later, we were all ready for our day. I’m kind of sad that most of his Easter Basket was eaten by 10am, but I think the plan to go with fruit leather and yogurt bites was a good one. He got a chocolate egg with breakfast because it is such a special day, but the only other candy he’ll probably have is his chocolate bunny later on. We opted for actual hard boiled eggs, which he won’t eat, but we’ll see what he’ll do about deviled eggs. Or egg salad. We’ve got the matzah ready! I cannot be controlled around chocolate. One of my favorite “me” stories was from a school day after Easter when I ate my whole chocolate bunny and then jumped into the bath and got so sick I missed school. (I was about 10, probably.) Too much chocolate + very hot bath still makes me ill. Good thing to know about myself. I’d love if the Easter candy stash was gone Easter day- enjoyed and recognized for a special treat and then GONE. My hips thank us for this decision.
Plus I already ate 3 bags of those crunchy mini eggs this year. Yeah.
I hope you have a Happy Easter, everyone. I’m excited for Conference and hope it will help me feel the real Spirit of this amazing day. And for now, I leave you with some pictures of Easter time glee.
I find it HYSTERICAL that when confronted with a new tricycle he walked around it checking it out with his arms tucked behind his back like my Italian Grandpa. Haha. It’s too big for him, I was just so excited for him to get it :)
He was stoked about the totally commercial CARS Easter basket we got him. Seriously. Very. Excited.
His feet don’t touch the pedals yet, but it’s ok. Daddy is pushing him along.
Egg hunting after dinner, La La holds his basket for him.
It’s official. I’ve eaten too much, the baby is in bed, and another year has gone by. Happy Easter, everyone.
