I remember Easters past when we'd wake up to find eggs hidden, as far as the eyes could see. Anywhere, and anything could have hidden Easter eggs... Flower beds, closets, dresser drawers, swing sets... It was a day of fun, a day of family, and a day of peace. The one day I could usually count on my sister and I getting along. We were having way too much fun to not want to play nicely. I remember twirly Easter dresses, and smacking each other with baskets. I loved Easter... and I love looking back at memories of Easter.
We didn't go out of my way this year (although I really REALLY wanted to), as our children are still fairly young. They didn't really care for the "Easter Bunny" stories, and we're not pushing religion on them.
I did, however, hide bunches of eggs. Finnley could only hold attention on as many eggs as he has hands at any given point. 2 eggs, and he was content. He did not need to go looking for any more. Atticus, on the other hand, couldn't get enough of the egg hunt. He was constantly on the look out for more!
We also ran into the funny story of mommy and daddy not communicating (a common occurance between parents who work opposite shifts, I'm sure), and both rushing last minute to pick up baskets and goodies for the kids.
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| The baskets I picked out - this is prior to hiding all the eggs. |
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| These were Luke's baskets for the kids |
Luckily, I focused more on eggs and small goodies for in the eggs... where as Luke focused on small gifts for all day fun (bubbles, chalk, blocks, etc.). Neither of us focused on candy (they did get some... just not a lot), as we knew the kids would become focused on it and would not want anything but candy all day long. Problem averted. Thank goodness.
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