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Saturday we got to spend the afternoon at the Ambassador’s residence for an Easter party. The kids got to hunt for Easter eggs, and they had little tables set up for crafts. Liam saw quite a few school chums there, and though he hung back a bit at first, he did get to play with at least one of them once he got a little more acclimated to the crowd. It was a good turnout — I think there are a lot of embassy employees with kids at the moment. I saw quite a few familiar faces, as well. It’s amazing to think we’ve only been here two months and we’ve all made such fast friends. We’re feeling very well taken care of, thanks to the good ol’ US of A.
Look at these cuties!
Tags: Easter, photos
Our attempts at a selfie at the Easter Egg Hunt at the high school. This child!
This is the first year Liam was truly gung ho about a public Easter Egg Hunt. We were able to walk there from our house, then he waited (not so patiently) for them to holler, “Ready, Set, Go!” for his age group. But then he took off right for the middle, avoiding the cluster. Smart boy! After counting his eggs, he asked, “So, did I win?” Yes, son, you won 35 eggs. Sheesh.
When we got back home, this was waiting for him, along with a new T-ball set.
I anticipate much backyard fun this spring and summer.
Easter morning Liam burst into our room at 7 AM to inform us that we needed to get up IMMEDIATELY so he could find Easter eggs. He had three in his hand already that he’d found on his way to our room. Holy cow, this is almost as bad as Christmas morning! So we trudged to the dining room to check out the booty in his Easter basket – two books, a bubble shooter, and the requisite chocolate bunny rabbit – then emptied the contents so he could hunt for his eggs. I got a bit lazy with the candy this year, using those 35 eggs he gathered the day before and filling the rest with leftover Valentine’s candy and quarters. Fifty-nine eggs in all, and he managed to find them all in about 30 minutes. Then it was time for breakfast!
Yum, can I have this every Saturday?
Uh, no. Especially because he left all the fruit on the plate. Next year I’m going to try and cook the fruit INTO the pancake.
Going through all of his eggs and putting all the candy in his basket managed to keep him busy for the rest of the morning. He was the most excited about the quarters, running into our bedroom every time he found one and keeping a continuous tally of how much he had. He was also thrilled to try chewing gum, something I’d been staving off until I was certain he would not swallow or spit out on the floor. Nothing irks me more than spent gum on the floor (or furniture, egad!). He very dutifully threw each piece in the trash when he was done with it. Good boy!
We counted up all of his money, including what he’d been saving in his piggy bank for months, then after school Monday, at his insistence, we went to Target to spend it. After hemming and hawing over toys he couldn’t afford, he finally settled on a fishing game. We’re getting a lot more regimented about chores lately, so I told him he’d get 4 quarters every Sunday if he completed them all for the week. So far we’ve got him making his own bed, brushing his teeth, picking up his room, doing his homework, and dressing himself for day and night time. He’ll also help me cook and help empty the dishwasher on occasion when it’s practical. Jill told me Evie would balk at such a low allowance. Let’s hope she doesn’t talk him into negotiating for more when she visits next weekend, lol.
Tags: amusing, Easter, family, photos
Now that we’re only a three-hour drive from Kansas City, we could easily make it to my parents’ house for Easter this year. We drove up on Saturday and spent the afternoon dying eggs, then pasting faces, hats and hair on them. Last year Liam lamented that these hard boiled eggs were in fact real eggs that did not contain candy. But this year, thanks in part to our new stance on picky eating, he happily gobbles down hard boiled egg yolks. At dinner he had three. Yum! We also managed to get him to finish his plate of spaghetti by bribing him with a trip to his favorite place in Lee’s Summit, Dairy Queen. After much hemming and hawing (per usual), he choked down his entire dinner and we set off for DQ. My grandma Weddle was also visiting from Indiana, so while the boys walked, we drove. Liam loves the walk almost as much as the ice cream; having to cross the train tracks means he might spot a train!
Bright and early Sunday morning Liam raced to the living room to see what the Easter Bunny left him. As he pawed through his basket, he picked up a cardboard box and asked me what it was. I replied, “That’s your chocolate bunny.” To which he replied, “Why is it all squished?” Sure enough, his hollow chocolate bunny had melted on the drive up. Oops! I told Liam we should write the Easter Bunny a letter, but ever a child of the cell phone era, he said, “You should just text him!” We finally agreed that I should call the Easter Bunny Hotline and see what could be done. So I did, while he listened intently. After my “conversation” I told him the Easter Bunny would bring us by a replacement chocolate bunny tomorrow.
After his breakfast of eggs he didn’t eat because they weren’t yellow enough, bacon he wouldn’t eat because it wasn’t turkey bacon, and pancakes he devoured three at a time, he helped me hide eggs in the backyard before his cousins came over. Initially we’d planned for James to distract Liam while my mom and I hid the eggs. But we quickly discovered Liam is way too nosy for this kind of deception. Besides, he had so much fun hiding them – more fun, in fact, than finding them. When his cousins arrived and we handed the kids their baskets, Liam insisted that he didn’t want to participate because he’d been in charge of the hiding. Even though that meant less candy for him. Which was totally fine by me – he still hasn’t gotten through all of his Halloween candy from last year.
Camden and Milo joined the rest of the adults for our mid-day meal of ham, potato salad, fried brussel sprouts, devilled eggs and stuffed mushrooms while Liam and Evie locked themselves in a bedroom to play. (We made sure to put away the scissors, glue and glitter. One can never be too careful.) We had to shove off around four, and the kids were all in high spirits despite having to part. Liam’s new Harry Potter obsession made the drive a bit more bearable – now instead of a 90-minute cartoon, he’s occupied by more than two hours of live action Hogwarts wizardry.
This morning, as I should have expected, Liam suddenly remembered that the Easter Bunny owed him a new chocolate bunny. And, of course, I’d totally spaced it. So I had to tell him that the Easter Bunny said something about stopping by later in the afternoon, perhaps, conveniently, while Liam would be in preschool. So after I dropped him off at school, it was off to the store for half price Easter candy! On the car ride back home from school, I told him he had a surprise waiting for him in his Easter basket. And then, because this kid is entirely too smart for his own good, he starts asking me how his bunny even got melted in the first place. It was night time when the bunny came, certainly not hot enough to melt chocolate. Sheesh. Thankfully those niggling little doubts didn’t deter him from enjoying his new bunny in its entirety when he got home.
Tags: Easter, photos
This is by far my favorite Easter with Liam. Saturday we dyed eggs for the first time, now that’s he’s finally at an age to actually help without making a huge mess. It’s been so long since I’ve dyed eggs, and not a thing has changed about the process. Together we watched the little dye tablets dissolve in the vinegar, then filled the cups with water. I helped him place the first couple of eggs in the cups, then gave him one and instructed him to try. He kind of rolled the egg in his hand for a second, then slam dunked it into the orange cup, spilling some dye on the table. Oops. Maybe next year he won’t make a complete mess! After we’d dyed the entire dozen and set them out to dry, Liam very earnestly asked, “Now how do we get the candy out of these?” I think I laughed for five straight minutes. Poor kid was quite disappointed to learn that these were just plain old eggs we were dying. But after they’d dried, I let him peel one, and that seemed to take the sting out of his disappointment. So this is what happens to eggs when you boil them, eh? I offered him a bite, but (no surprise) he declined.
Last year I took Liam to the Easter Egg Hunt at our subdivision’s clubhouse, and he didn’t seem to like it at all. But he insisted on attending again this year, so we gave it another go. It seemed a lot more organized this year, and thanks to preschool, Liam actually lined up with the other kids in his age group and hunted for eggs with the rest of them. He got a lot more eggs this time, too. The candy was disappointing – Tootsie rolls, bubble gum, and ant-covered chocolates – but I promised him better candy from the Easter Bunny in the morning.
After Liam conked out, I set to work arranging his Easter basket, filling eggs with candy, and hiding them all around the house. Which is so much fun, I must say. Much more so than wrapping Christmas presents. The next morning he burst into our bedroom, blue Easter egg in hand, exclaiming that he found it on the stairs. Wheee, the Easter Bunny came! We took him to the kitchen to inspect his basket, and he wanted to open all the candy and eat it right away. I let him have one chocolate-dipped peep, the one he was the most excited about (see above, ha ha). Then he and daddy set out to hunt for eggs. This year I hid more both upstairs and downstairs, and I tried to get a little clever about it. But he still managed to find most of them in about 15 minutes. With a little prompting. I think James wanted this part to be go more quickly.
Check your rain boot, Liam!
No big family dinners planned for us today. I guess it’s been a few years since we’ve seen family on Easter. With our impending move to Wichita, I suspect this will be our last Easter without family for awhile. So instead of cooking something traditional, we’re going with our favorite recipe, Chicken Tikka Masala. Cuz nothing says “Easter” like Indian food.
Tags: Easter, photos
It seems Easter no longer just falls on Sunday. We were invited to a few public Easter egg hunts on Saturday, but I chose what I figured would be the most low-key one, which took place in our subdivision. At least if it got crowded and Liam freaked out, we’d just have a short walk home. We arrived just as every other kid in our neighborhood did, and it was no surprise Liam wanted nothing to do with the games and refreshments in the clubhouse where all the kids were congregating. As all the kids gathered outside for the egg hunt (more than they expected, methinks), Liam tugged me into the empty clubhouse where he could munch on donuts in peace. After awhile, I managed to talk him into gathering with the others, but once the countdown to start the egg hunt began, Liam cried out and ran the other direction. Oh, Liam! After the madness had subsided, Liam ventured out with his basket, blissfully unaware that he’d missed the whole thing. One dad of a small baby noticed we didn’t get any eggs, and he generously hid one of his in the bushes for Liam, saying, “My kid can’t eat the candy, anyway.” So sweet! And Liam, with a little nudging, claimed his egg, popped that sucker open, and wolfed down the chocolate inside.
Easter morning at our house worked much better for him. Unlike in years past, he totally got the hunting for eggs concept. He still needed a little help finding them, but once all 20 had been found, he wanted to find more. At first he started to open each one and eat the candy, but I put the kibosh on that after egg two. With peeps, a chocolate bunny, and plenty of candy-filled eggs, we should have plenty of incentive to keep up with our potty training. Just in time, too, as Liam has regressed a little bit. I had hoped the promise of chocolate would keep the accidents at bay, but after peeing his pants four times, we gave up and put him down for a nap in a diaper at 2. Sigh. At least James and I will be able to eat our special Easter gumbo in peace now.
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It was just us for Easter this year, so we kept it simple: a sand pail full of Easter goodies, chocolate and cookies for breakfast, and most of the morning and early afternoon spent outside enjoying our summer-like weather. You’ll see in the photos he made short work of the hollow chocolate bunny from Ma-ma and Pa-pa. Between chomps he was murmuring, “Choc-o-late bummy.”
Our neighbors were having an Easter egg hunt in their backyard, but Liam would only go as far as their back gate. They very kindly handed me a few eggs and Liam and I had our own little hunt in our front yard. Now I regret not hiding any eggs for him to find this morning – it was hilarious to see him pop each egg open and devour what was inside. At least until he hit a foil-wrapped and very melted chocolate bunny, which he promptly took a chomp out of and squirted hot chocolate all over his shirt. No worries…this kid loves wardrobe changes. “New shirt!”
Now he’s down for a much needed nap, and just in time for a thunderstorm to roll through.