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Oh, and Easter is over
We had an egg dying party on Friday. Evangeline took her nap (that wasn't the original plan, but it was best), and Ana and a friend dyed well more than five dozen eggs. See, I started with five dozen (60), and then added a few from downstairs (so now we're at about 64), and then they brought over eggs (a whole dozen - I had asked them not to), so... yeah.
I pawned off several eggs on our guests as they left, leaving us with only 4 dozen. (Only!) They, in turn, passed us a box of cookies (I insisted they take the second box home - those cookies were in scary colors) and stickers. Curse them!
While the kids napped today, I ran around hiding eggs and Jenn made a list. Every one of the 47 eggs (Xiggy, who is visiting, ate one) got hidden and then found. For 20 minutes, it was *runrunrun* A EGG! A EGG! IN THE FREEZER/SHOE/SINK/TOILET PAPER ROLL! *runrunrun* up and down the house. At times, I resorted to dropping hints. (Why don't you PUT daddy's HAT in the FREEZER now? Why don't you COLOR with the CRAYONS for a second? Do you need to put your SHOES on???)
It was great fun for all. Apparently, people give their kids gifts on Easter, in big elaborate baskets? I never did that growing up, and it seems really weird to me. All we ever got were eggs, some jellybeans, a few chocolates, and, occasionally, a basket. Not a basket of toys. Just a basket. Y'know, to put our eggs in. I wonder if Easter baskets are what happened when people stopped celebrating May Day...? Anyway, I don't see the point when the kids are just as thrilled to run around and get eggs, and one of them doesn't even *like* eggs.
Now I just have to find a way to use up 46 eggs. (I ate one too.) Hardboiled. Egads. Ideas?
I pawned off several eggs on our guests as they left, leaving us with only 4 dozen. (Only!) They, in turn, passed us a box of cookies (I insisted they take the second box home - those cookies were in scary colors) and stickers. Curse them!
While the kids napped today, I ran around hiding eggs and Jenn made a list. Every one of the 47 eggs (Xiggy, who is visiting, ate one) got hidden and then found. For 20 minutes, it was *runrunrun* A EGG! A EGG! IN THE FREEZER/SHOE/SINK/TOILET PAPER ROLL! *runrunrun* up and down the house. At times, I resorted to dropping hints. (Why don't you PUT daddy's HAT in the FREEZER now? Why don't you COLOR with the CRAYONS for a second? Do you need to put your SHOES on???)
It was great fun for all. Apparently, people give their kids gifts on Easter, in big elaborate baskets? I never did that growing up, and it seems really weird to me. All we ever got were eggs, some jellybeans, a few chocolates, and, occasionally, a basket. Not a basket of toys. Just a basket. Y'know, to put our eggs in. I wonder if Easter baskets are what happened when people stopped celebrating May Day...? Anyway, I don't see the point when the kids are just as thrilled to run around and get eggs, and one of them doesn't even *like* eggs.
Now I just have to find a way to use up 46 eggs. (I ate one too.) Hardboiled. Egads. Ideas?
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Or deviled eggs, but really, 46 eggs is an awful lot of eggs to devil. Better to make salad.
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