I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter weekend!
Ours was as crazy busy as always, but we managed to squeeze in a lot of fun and a lot of family into two days’ time. It also doesn’t hurt when the weather is completely gorgeous and you want nothing more than run around in the warm sun with your two ruddy-cheeked energy balls. We did a lot of that, too.
Easter morning started with the traditional jellybean hunt, something Will did when he was a boy and has passed on to our more-than-ecstatic children. Seriously, I wasn’t sure their tiny bodies could contain their overwhelming excitement as they found jellybean after jellybean throughout the house (interestingly enough, neither of them really loves jellybeans; I think it’s just the concept that the Easter Bunny himself hid sugary, forbidden treats on doorframes, wall hangings, and fireplace mantles). Someone needs to invent a way to bottle that adrenaline—I’m fairly sure they could power Rhode Island for a week.
|It's a good thing the kids have Inspector Gadget for a father.|
(That is one. long. arm. Amazing)
And as if they needed anything else after that…the Easter Bunny did make an appearance:
Late morning promised lunch at Will’s parents’ house, complete with cousins and cakes:
Today, Frances and George are upstairs still recovering from the sudden influx of high concentrations of sugar and I’m downstairs trying to invent new ways of telling Frances that, “no, I’m very certain the Easter Bunny did not hide any jellybeans in the boxwood outside,” without spoiling the next four or more years of jellybean hunts.
I’ve probably said this for every holiday post since this time last year, but I really think Frances and George are at the perfect ages for pure enjoyment of magical things. To hear the two of them talking together in the next room about what the Easter Bunny left, what Easter is really about (“Jesus went to heaven”), and whether their “friends” (Cub, Little Lady, Busty (don’t ask)) are also going to get a piece of cake after lunch is both hilarious and heart-warming. I keep reminding myself that they have many more years of anticipation and excitement of special holidays; but a part of me also knows that 4 ½ and 2 ½ are fleeting years and I feel so unbelievably fortunate to be around them nearly every minute of this time.
|It won't be long until she's towering over that elusive orange jellybean.|
Happy Monday, everyone!