The Easter Bunny came to call this past weekend. Sunday was a glorious day with sunny skies and warm temperatures – the kind of day that gives us hope that we will actually be able to go to the beach again some day soon. The grandkids were in attendance, due to their parents moving into a new home, so of course we had to have an Easter Egg Hunt.
Tradition dictates hard boiling a couple dozen eggs, then dipping them in all sorts of exotic potions to make the shells turn festive colors. But we decided to take the easy way out and just use plastic eggs, which have the added advantage of being able to store jelly beans and such inside.
Lillian was so excited by the idea of an Easter Egg Hunt on Saturday night she was sure she wouldn’t be able to get to sleep. But she did and stayed asleep until the unheard of hour of 7 am! After getting dressed, brushing teeth, putting on shoes and finding coats, the kids were ready to set off in search of the precious cargo brought by the Easter Bunny.
Squeals of delight echoed across the yard as they found dozens of brightly colored eggs cleverly hidden behind shrubs, under planters and beneath piles of leaves. All the jelly beans were carefully collected, so they would not have too big a sugar rush early in the day. To preserve their dietary integrity, I personally tried to eat as many jelly beans as I could. No wonder Ronald Reagan kept a jar of jelly beans on his desk in the Oval Office. Those things are delicious. And addictive!
The next order of business was an Easter breakfast featuring scrambled eggs, Canadian bacon, cereal, toast, honeydew melon and yogurt. Oh, and some pizza left over from Saturday dinner. Yummm….
The kids are getting to the age where they are an absolute joy to have around. They enjoy reading books and coloring inside the lines. They even pick out their own wardrobe and get dressed by themselves. For the most part, anyway. Teddy still needs help with shoes.
Childhood is such a wonderful time. Lillian is right at the point where she’s not sure if the legend of the Easter Bunny is true or not. For myself, I know he’s real. I met him myself.