Everlasting Easter

We had a lovely Easter this year.  I got Nate to wear a new outfit with little sharks that matched his brother.  He made a case for “the black and blue one Superman shirt,” but I prevailed.

The Easter Bunny came and Jake fell asleep before he could catch him.  Leprechauns, Easter Bunny, Santa, Tooth Fairy: Be Warned… Jacob is after you.

We had a delicious brunch at the Farm and a big egg hunt with Devon.  Jakey could even climb the arbor to reach the extra high eggs.  Nate lost interest early on.

One of the most exciting parts of Easter at our house is getting the big teal Easter bin out of the basement.  We have a giant bag of plastic Easter eggs.  And after it was all said and done, I managed to get the bag back into the basement undetected, only to have two Easter addicts hopped-up on chocolate beg me to bring it back up again.  Easter ended with a lot of loud commanding and whining and chocolate-induced, sleep-deprived misbehavior.  The noise levels in our house are reaching record highs.

Creating egg hunts around our house has kept Jake busy and quiet for many an April Nate nap time.  Nate then wakes-up and the search is on.  Somehow JJ always finds “the grand prize.”  Though to his credit, Nate did find the “special rainbow egg prize” which is an evangelical Christian refillable egg complete with Sweet Tart crucifixion crosses courtesy of someone at St. Lizzie’s preschool.

Unfortunately, our house is now littered with countless plastic egg halves.  Every cupboard I open, every drawer, every inch of generally passable floor space is strewn with disparate egg parts.  I even opened my purse at work to find an orange tiger-striped egg.

On the upside, JJ likes to hop into “character” at night, pretending to be a bunny.  He eats organic carrots from the crisper.  He hops around and wiggles his nose.  Best of all, I’ve found out, bunnies don’t talk.  They just look at you expectantly and chomp on unscrubbed carrots.  Hallelujah, my prayers have been answered.

Meanwhile, I’ve been absconding with plastic egg halves for almost two entire months and still… I’m finding them in the backseat of my car, under my bed, next to the back door.  It’s a losing battle and I am on the brink of surrender.  Let us pray:

Our Bunny who art on Easter Island; hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.  Give us this day, our daily chocolate; and forgive us our basement transgressions, as we forgive those who transgress against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from eggs.  Amen.