After Saturday afternoon's egg hunt, we went to church for our Easter service. Our church has three services every Sunday and, a few years ago, added a fourth service on Saturday night for Easter. We attend that service to free up space for visitors.
After church, we picked up dinner and ate a quick meal at home. During dinner, I took down Gracie and Lauren's dictation for their letter to the Easter Bunny. Then we put together a carrot snack and left everything for our visitor on the front steps. Much like Santa Claus, the girls know that the Easter Bunny will not leave baskets unless everyone is asleep when he visits. Well, we heard some bunny thumping during dinner, and Lauren almost lost it. She wanted to race up the stairs and jump into bed. She wanted that basket! She kept telling us to hurry to bed and to be very quiet. She told George not to cry during the night! Our house would be much more quiet if Santa and the Easter Bunny worked more than one night a year.
Sunday morning, we saw that most of the carrots were gone.
And three baskets had been delivered!
After a brief look into their own baskets, the girls were mostly concerned with George's basket.
Although his basket was minimal, he received a water/sand table that they are excited about trying.
While the girls squealed and waved toys around wildly, William George kept a low profile and a "took an eye" on his table. (Gracie has combined the expressions "keep an eye" and "take a look". Now if we are watching them, Gracie refers to it as "taking an eye" on her, as in "are you going to take an eye on me?")
Scented nail polish was a big hit.
I shopped for Easter dresses weeks ago, and I fell in love with these green dresses by Gymboree (via eBay). Green seemed like such a refreshing choice of color, and I had clearly forgotten about our green dresses from last year. My eyes must be fatigued from constant exposure to pink and purple. Even if we wore green every Easter, the change would be a nice diversion.
We had lunch with our parents, and the girls are happiest when they are surrounded by all five grandparents. After lunch, we had an egg hunt.
While George watched from the porch, Lauren and Gracie scrambled to find eggs.
The hunting started out civilized and ladylike.
After all, there seemed to be an infinite amount of eggs.
Both girls were sharing...
...and casually looking around for eggs.
On the second pass through the yard, the pressure began to build.
There were fewer, picked over eggs.
But the hunt was still good-natured.
On the third pass, the situation became more dire.
Eggs!
This one's mine!
EGGS!!!
After regaining perspective, they were able to locate the remaining few eggs.
They could work as a team again.
There were, after all, plenty of eggs to go around.
They could finally relax and survey the prizes.
Stickers are a big hit at our house.
Look at the intensity.
Stickers are like currency!
George cannot wait to be in the mix next year.
He wants to take the egg hunting to a new level!
He simply needs to learn to walk first.
Happy Easter!
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