This is the first Easter where Little S has caught on to things, well technically it should have been last year but I think we were in hmm, let me check my blog, be right back... oh yeah, we were in the Yucatan. Ohhh dear I didn't need to see that! Okay so we skipped Easter last year because we were in p a r a d i s e (no need for celebrating holidays in paradise). And so Little S had his first traditional Easter this year with egg hunt and all the trimmings.
I'm not really a good mom for remembering how to do things perfectly and recreating memories. I forget things most moms know automatically like that the bunny hides the eggs (saw that on someone else's blog, oops), that the baskets are for the eggs, and blah, blah, blah. I just kind of left the baskets on the doorstep filled with candy and chocolates and the kids believed the bunny left them. Later in the day we dyed the eggs, i know, i know backwards, right, and then we did an egg hunt. I hid the eggs while he watched, oops, okay whatever. It all worked out and I kind of like our tradition so even if it's wrong and goofy it worked well and we'll probably stick to it.
In the early afternoon after a small lunch we went to Paris for a drive and stumbled on the Bois de Boulogne which is awesome. It's a really pretty wood just outside the city with dirt and concrete trails. We had a nice walk and Little S got to ride his new bike, Charlotte her Disney piano car (mil's well chosen christmas gift, cough, cough), and we got to see the entrance the the Jardin d'Acclimatation. The entrance only because fees are really expensive and confusing. Anywho, they have an exhibit all centered on The USA which meant tee-pees, Ford Mustangs, Jazz and hamburgers, cliche´ but kind of funny, so we hung out debating on whether we'd go in or not. Umm, that'd be no.
Overheard at the entrance, a guy on his cell phone "beh, tu sais les etats unis c'est pas vraiment mon truc" (the states aren't really my thing) which made me laugh for some reason because he was standing in front of a Mustang, and I don't know it was just so cliché and he was being so French.
When we got home we fed the kids and put them in bed, then we had our own dinner--candlelight and all the snazz. The kids were exhausted and I just wanted some time alone with Seb before he left for his two weeks. We had a nice time but I could feel his tension about the upcoming trip and as soon as we finished dessert he was off hunting for his passport and internet cables. I've been so happy that he hasn't had to travel lately. I guess I've gotten too used to it.
I hope everyone reading this had a Happy Easter and overdosed on chocolate like me, because really that's the best part of the holiday.
3 comments:
More like gorged myself on chocolate. Other people's. Oh hell: My children's. I am naughty.
And I never remember nor am organised enough for the "traditions" of certain holidays either. Ah well.
I bought eggs. Joe pointed out that they were brown. We boiled them anyways. He was going to hide them in the morning, and then we'd dye them (also very backwards). In the end we gave up on the dying altogether and just hid the chocolate eggs, including a few plastic ones from family in the US.
In my family, we always had a basket already decked out and then a few more eggs to find ourselves.
Sounds like you had a great holiday.
Mrs. C - Oh good I'm not alone.
Erica - The brown eggs looked really nice dyed. I found the exact tones I'd like for my house in our egg dying.
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