Easter always starts the same way, at six am you can find me stood on our front lawn scattering foil wrapped parcels of delight in amongst the flower beds.
Preceding this tradition is usually an exchange of harsh words between he who helped create them and I as he declares me insane for mimicking the actions of an imaginary over grown bunny once again.
It is our tradition; at six ten my older pair bounce out of bed with the energy of Tigger and fly down the stairs with expectations higher than a skyscraper. Their eyes search the room rapidly for their tools. This year it was two bunny masks and a basket; and then they leap through the front door with shrieks of undisguised joy.
This year BB should have joined them, she should have been tugging on her slippers whilst I tied a knot in her dressing gown. Instead she remained wrapped in my arms, driving me like a car using her pointed figure to show where she wanted to hunt first.
She enjoyed it nonetheless, but I longed to see her toddle on little legs collecting up treats. She doesn’t know what she is missing but as her mum I suffered the guilt of thinking what should have been and I hope against hope that next year paints a different picture.
The haul was good this year, the bunny did good and by nine am the young showed signs of a sugar come down so more chocolate was introduced to keep the mood high.
Lunch with friends was eaten, Easter was celebrated with those we love.
The day was close to perfect, the children played in rare harmony, we giggled whilst completing a moshling mystery, snuggled whilst watching the smurfs and wrapped up the day by building a sleeping den from sheets and pillows.
As the sun started to slumber in the sky, BB drifted off to sleep with her arms intertwined with her own bunny, a happy smile spread out on her milk tinted lips.
Twin girl wrapped her arms tight around my neck.
“Today was the best Easter ever,” she proclaimed.
“I love you mummy, all of you. Except your breath because it smells like bad chocolate.”
Is there such a thing as bad chocolate?
Happy Easter.
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Bad chocolate?!?
Where ar you on the cast countdown?
Five weeks to go….. (and counting) x
I felt the same way about F as you did about BB yesterday, although I’m sure both girls did us proud with their chocolate consumption. And bad chocolate? Is there such a thing?!
A lot of chocolate was consumed here yesterday – not just by BB!
Can we come and have Easter at yours next year? Although if you could push it back to 8am that would be great 🙂
I’m sure BB will be running around with the twins very soon. xxx
More than welcome to come, but an early start is guarenteed. x
We need to exchange tips On Easter egg hunts I’m obviously a novice as my two worked out 12 clues and found them all before 7:10 my plan was to keep it going until 9 so we could enjoy a little Easter treat of our own !! At this moment we have 4 kids and 2 babies so we are boiling eggs to decorate as my little boy is convinced he can hatch a hard boiled egg in his bedroom obviously helped by him sitting on it at regular intervals !! As you can see the more advice the better lol
*snort!*
That Easter egg tradition sounds terrific and far better than mine, although the circumstances sound similar. ‘Why can’t we just hand them over,’ growled the Vicar (whose temper is always frayed by Holy Week) as I toiled over picture clues for our hidden chocolate. Congrats on your new website, only I hope it won’t make me fill out the form every time I leave a comment ‘cos I can never remember my own blog address.
Let me know if it does and I will ask some else to fix it! Poor old vicar forgot about the stress he must face at this time x
yum yum, we do much the same but not at that unearthly hour! Erin decided that yesterday was the day to walk with confidence to collect her eggs.
well done erin x
What a good mummy you are…I gave all mine one easter egg each, told them they could only eat half and to give me back the other half for later….Their teeth will thank me for it….but of course I am secretly eating the rest of the stash!!! Whoops
Greedy guts
I wouldn’t mind bad breath like chocolate!! Next year BB will be winning all the eggs!!
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Wow egg-hiding at 6am! And I thought I was being energetic over the Easter weekend..
let me reassure it is not by choice but dictated by the time my kids wake up!
What a lovely Easter tradition. I’m sure they will have happy memories of it all.
Thanks 🙂
Do you dress as the Easter bunny too?
I always have a spring in my step!
Not long to go now – by the end of summer this will just be a memory – of how happy you were at Easter eating all that bad chocolate. (I get criticised for my breath too – no matter how much I brush there is always a comment!)
remind me not to metion your breath when we meet x