Easter

If there’s one thing we’ve learned about Zoë in the last couple of weeks, it’s that she shares Lara’s absolute terror when confronted with a person in a costume. Here’s a lovely selection of photos from our various attempts at getting Easter Bunny pictures:

That’s the best one we have. She snatched the candy out of his hands and then ran screaming.

That one was at Walgreen’s. We tried removing the bunny from the scene altogether, but the fear still radiates.

This last one is my favorite and sums it up nicely:

So yeah, she might not much care for the Easter Bunny, but she seemed to enjoy Easter all in all.

Owing to illness and multiple other issues, last year there was no Easter. She was too young to have cared anyways, but this year she was ripe for the picking.

Saturday night we began the official festivities. We laid out a couple of egg coloring kits (while I played Patton Oswalt discussing Paas in the background) and set to work coloring about 2 dozen eggs. Bobby was over for the night and our friend Brian was there as well. We had tie dyed eggs, sparkly eggs, eggs you could write on, anything and everything.

There’s Dad displaying his lack of creativity.

Zoë LOVED coloring the eggs and was running back and forth trying to dictate how it would all be done. She ended up throwing (and I mean THROWING) three eggs into one dying cup. I had to keep reminding her that we were not going for the grand prize on the Bozo show here.

It may seem a bit of a cheat, but here are a boatload of pictures taken from that night. You can see she was being quite the ham.

AWWWW. Isn’t she the CUTEST? We’ll talk more about that night in "The Incident".

After the incident we hid eggs all throughout the living room. Of course, Zoë being two, we couldn’t really “hide” them, so much as “place them right out in the open”. She had a bit of a mix of real eggs and fake plastic ones that we put little candies or coins into. We figured she’d wake up, see everything and excitedly come get us.

Well, not so much.

Apparently she got up very early that morning and discovered the eggtopia we had hidden in the living room. And she found most of them. And found the candy in others. And figured out how to unwrap candy for the very first time. And ate ALL of it. She was so busy stuffing her gullet that she didn’t even notice her easter basket on the table. She came and woke the two of us with a wicked, chocolate stained grin.

Seriously, that girl was a like an ADD kid on meth drinking Mountain Dew. And this is before I’ve had my coffee, so I’m trying to placate her and calm her.

We helped guide her towards the stragglers she left behind. The problem is, she had mostly missed the real eggs. So by the time she’d gotten around to this, she’d figured out that most eggs had a surprise hidden inside. So she’d pick up the real eggs, stuff her fingers into them and crack them open, only to find yolky goodness instead of a nice choccy.

Unfortunately, I apparently set the camera that morning to ape my own vision, so every shot is essentially a big blur. This is the closest I can come to providing a halfway decent image. (Note that she’s tearing out Minnie’s brains as practice for the wedding).

From there it was off to Grandma Toni’s for Easter lunch, more egg hunting, and lots of technical support on computer / electronics issues.

Not wanting to be a rude guest, I made up some sushi to bring along.

The day was more or less uneventful, but nonetheless very fun for Zoë. She got to hunt eggs and then play in a little miniature pool. She ended up having a large water fight with Grandpa Joe.

I’d have to say she loved Easter. She played and played and more or less collapsed once we got home. We all did, actually. The average was a 2 hour nap, then up for an hour, then going to bed.