I took a poll.
One out of one babies said hanging out with Mom, Grandma and Great Granny was better than rainbows.
And so in honor of that we are eschewing rainbows for the day in favor of baby smiles.
(Yes, that is my newest nephew and yes he is the cutest.)
The girls dyed Easter eggs tonight.
I named this one Pearl.
And that my friends is how you B.S. your way through a daily prompt.
*Dusts off hands and heads to bed.*
While your climbing technique may not quite rival your middle sister’s…
…you certainly don’t need help like your littlest sister does to find eggs.
And when it comes to proper containers and egg handling, you’ve got it all figured out.
All you have to do is keep finding those eggs. Um… Ivy?
Errr… Ivy? Umm… Did you look just under…
– Oh! –
You were saving that one for Jonas and Jane?
Silly me. Silly me…
Take off at a run toward the highest egg you can see.
Stop at the bottom of the tree. Carefully hang your (optimistically sized) bag on a convenient branch.
Climb back down as you place your new egg in your giant bag.
Come to the sad realization that while you’ve got the best climbing style around, you’re never going to fill that bag.
Start with enthusiasm.
Have serious trouble finding eggs and consider letting your over-tired, over-sugared, three year old self start to whine about it.
Then when your Dad steps in to announce, “I can see three eggs from here and I’m color blind!” enlist his help in your egg hunt.
And finally, fill your
basket Frozen bag…
… with eggs!
Give in to the crazy whims of the horde of adults enthusiastically telling you to pick up the egg on the ground.
Wonder what you should do with it.
Consider snuggling with it.
Consider putting it in the bag.
SMASH the egg into the bag with enthusiasm!
Repeat until your bag is full of nicely cracked eggs to take home.
Jonas is, of course, my super cute nephew who came to visit for the weekend. He was even nice enough to bring his mom and dad down for a visit too!
See this girl:
This morning, after she left for school, I found she had left this sweet, little package for me:
“to mom these bunny ears are for you Ivy”
The ears of her chocolate bunny, left for her mother to enjoy!
Isn’t she the best, kindest and most thoughtful daughter ever?!?
Or… last years genius talk of it being bad luck not to let your mom eat your bunny ears really sunk in and she’s worried about finding next year’s basket.
Either way, I washed down my lunch with a set of bunny ears. I’m going with best daughter ever on this one!
(Read all about my “Evil or Genius?” plot from last year and then try it on your own kids- it seems to be working!)