So, once again, I find myself very far behind on my life events. That being said, I’m trying to catch up. So, enjoy my easter post a month late 🙂
I love Easter. About as much as I love Christmas. Not as much because, let’s face it, Christmas is much bigger deal. I mean Christmas starts in October anymore. And Easter doesn’t have any awesome songs. So Christmas takes the top spot.
Still, I love Easter. Candy and bunnies and bright colors and pretty outfits. It’s all so happy and cheerful after a long winter. It means spring is finally here.
And this year, I got to be promoted to Easter bunny. Last year, there wasn’t much we could do with Ellabelle. But this year, oh this year, we did it all.
We planted magic jelly beans. What are magic jelly bean exactly? Well they are special jelly beans that bloom into lollipops on Easter morning. BUT they only do this on Easter.
I mean you can’t just plant jelly beans in August and expect the same result. Just sayin.
And we had two Easters which is kinda the norm around here. Fake Easter usually happens because my uncle who lives out of town comes in before or after Easter. This year it was before. We had breakfastand we looked for eggs
And played with Auntie Ang’s toes cause we’re a little weird. (And by “we” I mean “Ellabelle”)
And we had fun because get togethers with the Fulmers are always entertaining.
And there was real Easter. I remember the (what felt like forever) process of my mom putting curlers in my hair the night before. And I passed it on to Bee. She looked precious (of course).
We hid eggs in the front yard. Josh took it as a victory in the whole inside/outside egg hunt debate, but, honestly, I didn’t feel like cleaning the living room just to hide eggs. (Don’t judge).
We had brunch with Oma, Opa, and Auntie Ang at the same hall Josh and I got married at almost 3 years ago. It’s cool to be able to go back there so often. It’s where our whole journey officially started.
Afterwards, we colored eggs at my parents house. Ellabelle did surprisingly well. She broke the shells of almost all her eggs but didn’t try to drink the dye so I’d say she did pretty dang good.
She and daddy took a nap. This somehow always happens whenever we go over to do anything at Oma and Opa’s. But then again we all took naps. I just happened to take mine on the couch, and Oma took hers in her chair.
So, my love of Easter has grown. It’s somehow more fun to be the Easter bunny than it is to be the kid. Then again I always ended up hating the Easter egg hunts because I am awful at finding things. Give me a poem and I can pull hidden meanings out of it like it’s nobody’s business, but put a colorful egg right in front me and forget about it. Watching Ellabelle laugh and run across the grass and then the look of excitement when she’s found an egg was so much better. I can’t wait til next year when she will hopefully understand that is coming and there can be more build up to the holiday instead of just some weird day where she got to hunt for candy.