We went to Grandma’s for Easter, and I took about 1,000 photos (almost entirely of my kids, for some reason–you’d think the rest of the family forgot to come to Easter).
Although Mary does know the meaning of Easter, I believe she saw this holiday mostly as an excuse to wear her Beautiful Dress (a Christmas gift from Mike and Sandy).
She played with Sammi.
It was very exciting. Way more than you might think.
Grandma and Sarah came out to observe.
Mary played in the yard, periodically checking on Sammi (in the tree).
Wesley pranced around the yard.
And gave me serious faces.
I think this is my favorite photo from yesterday:
She does sort of look like me when I was a kid–sometimes.
She thought it was hilarious that these flowers matched her dress.
She looks alarmingly old in this picture–like we should be preparing for teenage door slamming and attitude.
We colored eggs this afternoon (well, most of us: Wesley boycotted the whole process).
Mary was pretty serious about drawing on the eggs.
“Vibrant” colors indeed.
Conor demonstrated some egg-dyeing tips.
Mary’s favorite egg:
Waiting for eggs: BORING.
Please ignore his grubby little fingernails.
Happy Mary (egg-coloring is exactly her sort of activity).
So, we had a nice Easter; we went to Conor’s grandma’s house for dinner (after Mass) and spent the day chasing Mary away from other people’s candy. She ate So.Much.Candy. I thought she’d never sleep, but she also got no nap, so she crashed immediately when she was put in bed.
I think it is time to move Mary to a big-kid bed of some kind. My reasoning:
a) she is showing some potty training interest and will need to be able to get in and out;
b) Wesley is getting so heavy that the pack-n-play flexes when he hops or dances in it, so he needs the crib.
What we’re pondering is something sort of like Garfield’s box. She loves her crib and I think she’d be happier with a closed-in feeling. Now I just have to figure out how to make such an item, as I don’t think putting some pillows into a Costco box is really going to cut it.