Much like any other holiday, we approach Easter with a bit of trepedition.
This year, we skipped out on pictures with the Easter Bunny, given Mayita’s “Stranger Danger” phase. Not worth paying money for a picture with a red-faced screaming toddler (well, at least in my book).
We did go to an Easter Egg Hunt in our neighborhood. It’s actually quite popular. This year they had to do a separate time for the older kids, then hide more eggs for the little ones. They also split the younger kids – so Husband and I were on opposite sides of the park with the little ones.
B was all types of excited – so much so that it was hard keeping him from darting out early. And when it started – whew, watch out! Those kids were vicious. But B hung with them, getting quite a few eggs. It lasted maybe 2 minutes before the eggs were gone. Husband on the other side said the eggs were gone lightning fast as well. Mayita got about 3 eggs – which is just fine with us because the wee ones only got fake tattoos and other crap like that. Yeah, we are not fans of the tchotchkes.
And while Saturday was sunny and gorgeous, Sunday turned out not so hot. It was cool with showers throughout the day, which made it hard to get the energy out. Plus at this point we are powering towards the end of Spring Break and I think we have had enough of each other.
We attempted outside to get B on his new bike for a minute. He then freaked out over, well, not really sure, but it was enough to cause an epic 45 minute meltdown in his room. Of course, you know that’s when autism hits you, when you least expect it and when there was a sliver of normalcy in your household.
But you know what can soothe those wounds? Apparently, sugar. Well, a limited amount of it.
And so another holiday in the books. And tomorrow we’ll try to go back to our regular schedules. To which I say, thank God.