2011 Easter Memories

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The Easter Bonnet

I have MAJOR issues with the art projects done at Dylan's preschool.  MAJOR, as in my husband probably really, really wishes I'd shut up about it.

But when Dylan walked into the pick up room today, (first, no less), wearing this...

I would have paid good money to see my husband's reaction.  I'm pretty sure it would have been worth it.
(By the way, Jim, Dylan couldn't have ripped that thing off his head any faster.  Then, he threw it on the floor, and stepped on it.  I kept it, though.  In case you'd like to try it on).

Easter Day 2009

On Easter morning, Dylan hunted for his Easter basket. I know it looks like a pretty ridiculous basket, with no candy, but at this point, he doesn't care, so I figured why get him hyped up on sugar if I don't have to? Believe me, he was happy with what he got!

He was thrilled with the "gummy bears", (which he recently told someone is his favorite food). Actually, they were organic, bunny shaped fruit snacks, but all he knows is they were "YUMMY!" (He looks like he is in a cheesy, over acted commercial for them in this shot!)

We went to my parents house for the day, and Jim's parents also came, so it was just the 7 of us. Our holiday celebrations are pretty quiet. Louder since Dylan came along, but still pretty quiet. It wasn't warm enough to hide the eggs outside, but Mi-Mi had them hidden in the living room and patio.

Of course, both sets of grandparents spoiled him, so he got a lot of stuff, but his favorite had to be the Elmo, who sings the ABC's.


One highlight of the day for me was discovering that he can now catch a ball! Who knew? I'm think he was even surprised.


My buddy Marsha pointed out that I don't have many pictures of myself on the blog. (You'd think it was all about Dylan, wouldn't you? : ) ) So, here you go. This is what I look like, if you were wondering.

Easter Egg Hunt Number 2

I am so far behind on posts! They are piling up, much like the laundry that mocks me daily. I'll go back to Saturday.

Saturday, we took Dylan to his second "official" Easter egg hunt. Luckily, this time it was about 52 degrees. Not exactly my idea of spring-like weather, but after the previous egg hunt, we weren't complaining.

This one involved a hayride to the egg hunt area. This time he had to actually (sort of) hunt for the eggs, in piles of hay.

He was all kinds of brave, waving to the Easter bunny as we approached on the hayride, but when we wanted him to get close enough for a picture...


He liked holding a real bunny, though. He couldn't quite reach the baby lamb, but he "talked" to her anyway ("BAAA!")

After our return trip on the hayride, he got his basket, colored a picture, got a bunny painted on his hand, got a balloon, and posed in the tractor.



I was telling Jim that the best thing about this age is that he doesn't really care what is in the eggs. Things aren't done for the end result. They are done for the experience. The joy is in the experience for him. I guess that is why I squeezed every little drop out of the Easter experience this year. I love TWO.