You’d think that by a certain age, children would be ready to give up such traditions as the Easter Bunny. But apparently not in our family. When the subject of allowing Peter Rabbit to perhaps save time to visit younger children by skipping over our house was broached, it was met with instant mayhem. I have to admit that I completely understand the not wanting to let go of such traditions. I still remember the thrill of having found a basket outside the front door of my first apartment!
So, Saturday night was spent dying eggs. The eggs weren’t nearly as multi-colored as they would have been a few years ago.
And they all had hats. Apparently that is the new fashion for the well dressed egg. Who knew? Personally, I found them to all look a bit like Santa’s Helpers…
Easter Morning arrived and our little Mimi crawled into bed with me and told me all about what she had found beside her bed when she woke up. Mimi has been doing this every year since she first learned to talk. I, of course, am always delighted to hear about the riches she had found. Finally, Shaun and I managed to drag ourselves out of bed in preparation for the big Egg Hunt. (Thankfully that pesky rabbit didn’t do the whole annoying traditional yarn maze thing again this year.)
When we started off the hunt, we could tell that it was going to be a little more competitive this year. When KT grabbed an egg that Mimi felt should have been hers, Mimi had a meltdown and ran off to her room in tears. (I’ve noticed that she seems to do that an awful lot lately) KT, being no fool, continued to cheerfully collect eggs. By the time Mimi decided to rejoin us, KT had found all she could and was happily sorting the treasures inside the plastic eggs. (The child sorts everything).
When Mimi started going through her eggs, it was discovered that one of her treasures was much better than any KT had found despite her quantity. This set KT into a bit of a whine. Sigh…we never had to deal with hormonal mood swings when the girls were tiny.
I’m happy to report that the girls were once again on their usual good behavior when we arrived at our friend’s house later on for dinner and another egg hunt. The girls were great about helping the little kids search for eggs. Both of them chose to not hunt for any eggs for themselves although they had been urged to by our hosts.
That later behavior (and the fact that
I the Easter Bunny has a full year to forget the early morning chaos) will most likely ensure a visit from Peter Rabbit next year. Besides, I love being woke up by a sweet little girl excitedly telling me all about her wonderful basket…