Last Easter I had a wish list for what I wanted my Easter experience to be. It included some green grass, time with family, Rocco in a clean Easter outfit, and an absence of kid barf. Well I guess dreams can come true. We had a great Easter this year. We finished our backyard just in time and it looked beautiful. Check. Joan came and visited leaving the day before Easter. I am counting it. Check. Anytime Rocco got his current pastel colored shirt dirty, I just changed him into another one. Check. Nobody barfed. Check check.

Rocco's first real Easter basket; highlights include various reptiles and Curious George. I also included Peeps which I thought would be a big hit. Rocco took a bite of one and said "Mmm, yummy" in a monotone voice that bordered on sarcastic, and then stuffed it back in the egg.


And I quote: "Hi rabbit, I love you."
We went to our church egg hunt and breakfast. It was supposed to start at 9. We got there at 9:10 with nary an egg in site. A few people tried discreetly dropping a few eggs that they had collected so Rocco could find them, but older kids kept rushing up and grabbing them. Nick and I had to intervene a few times. He got a total of 4 eggs and was thrilled.
Later that afternoon Rocco and I visited a Senior Center for an egg hunt. We didn't know any of the residents, but we belong to a Mom's Club that was invited. They hid 300 eggs and there were about 10 kids so there was plenty of eggs to collect. Rocco's strategy is to find an egg, immediately open it, eat whatever is inside, and repeat. This really cuts into his egg collecting stats when other kids focus on finding first and eating after the hunt is over. The other kids' baskets were overflowing, but Rocco was happy with what he had and he ate more than enough candy. What he was really interested in was the Easter Bunny. Mr. E.B. was there to pose for a pic with each child when they first arrived, but Rocco could not leave him alone. In fact, he stopped his hunt early and went to hang out with E.B..

All in all, we had a very successful and fun Easter. My one regret is that I didn't take any pictures of Clementine! I kept thinking I would put her in a cute dress and a headband and take her picture in the backyard. It didn't happen. I'm sorry Clementine; I hope you will not be too traumatized with NPSCS (No Picture Second Child Syndrome). You are on my list for next year!























