Easter 2014

I forgot to take the kids to see the Easter Bunny this year. That's my story if they ask. I'm sticking to it.

In reality, the thought of spending $20 plus on a picture that would result in a screaming two year old and at least seven hundred questions from the four year old made my skin crawl. I don't know how the bunny gets around the world so fast. I'm not sure why he looks different than in person than he does on Hop. And, I have no idea how he knows that you want in your basket.

The Easter Bunny needs an instruction manual.

We DID manage to dye eggs, play one hundred rounds of hide the plastic eggs and make multiple Easter crafts. Who needs an overpriced pic with a bunny anyways?

Both kids loved dying eggs this year-the extra enthusiasm and competition over who had the prettiest egg led to many beautiful eggs and a slightly more colorful wood floor.

The bunny face masks we made were a hit for both the kids and me. Tyson cut out all the bunny whiskers and the ears-we're working on fine motor skills a lot lately, so, this art project was perfect practice.

And, look, they each have a picture with a bunny now!

On Easter Eve, we left out carrots and a note for the bunny. The night before note is quickly becoming one of my favorite parts of parenting and the Easter 2014 letter did not disappoint.  Tyson originally requested I write, "Give me some toys, Jesus Christ." After a quick refresher on Easter-at least he knew that Jesus was involved in the holiday somehow- he came up with this revision. Artwork completed on his own-proof of fine motor skills paying off!

 

Easter morning was filled with sounds of tiny feet running, small high squeals, and lots of laughing. The Easter Bunny hid eggs and baskets inside our house and then surprised the kids with a bike and scooter on our front porch.

 

The surprise, happiness and excitement in his eyes was easily worth the blood, sweat and tears we shed trying to help the bunny put the bike together.

This one liked her scooter, but LOVED her candy.

 

For those wondering, attempting to take Easter pictures AFTER the two year old has eaten all of her Easter candy is not a good idea.

We're all still coming down from our sugar high and happily packing away the plastic eggs until next year.