Happy Easter

For the days leading up to Easter, I tried to get Jack excited about the Easter Bunny coming. I kept telling him how much I used to love when the Easter Bunny would come visit me when I was a little girl, because he hid candy all over the house for me, and colorful eggs, too. But then whenever I would ask him next, "Jack, do you know who's coming on Sunday?" he would say, "Um." (His answer for when he doesn't know or doesn't care to answer.) And when I would say, "the Easter Bunny! Do you remember what the Easter Bunny does?" he would answer: "Hop!" I mean, he's not wrong. But he obviously didn't share my excitement for hidden candy. Well, he does now!

After a few discoveries of eggs with M&Ms inside, he got the hang of it, and got pretty excited about it. And despite the fact that every egg was filled with M&Ms (it's his favorite candy, so I figured why mess around with something that he likes less?), every time he found another one, he'd hold it up and look at me wide-eyed and ask "What's in THERE?"

Sadie, meanwhile, sat with Grandma and tried to see how much of her fist she could fit in her mouth.

Then it was over to our friends Rebeccah and Justin's house for yet another Easter egg hunt. By now Jack was a pro.

Sadie looked so pretty in her easter dress Aunt Alison got her. She is giving lots of smiles now, but not to the camera. I understand. Faces are way more fun to look at.

We stayed until bedtime, which kind of crept up on us unexpectedly, since it stays light so late now. Jack didn't want to leave, he was having so much fun. He and Justin were playing squirrel and tree, wherein Jack is the squirrel and Justin the tree, which means that Jack would climb up one side of Justin and then fall down the other side and say "OH NO!" and then do it again. My sister once told me "never do something with a two-year-old you don't want to do a hundred more times." That has turned out to be one of the truer lessons I have ever learned and I think Justin knows it well now, too. He didn't seem to mind, though.

Once we finally wrestled the kids into the car, Jack said to me, "I'm pretty tired, mommy." I'd never heard such a thing from him before. We went home and straight to bed.