Forget the bonnet; where's the parka?

It was a low-key Easter, but we kept the spirit alive. Monsoon rains cancelled our neighborhood egg hunt, the same soggy weather pushed our church festival inside to the gym, and 40 degree weather on Easter morning meant we were searching for tights and a sweater to match Sophie's very springy dress. Still, she had a blast. Her egg-hunting tactic was to hang back as the rest of the kids raced ahead, then she collected all the eggs that they missed as they zoomed by. She was intrigued by the giant pink bunny (as was I), and gave him a kiss after we took her picture on his lap.

On Easter morning, she struggled a bit in church when it was time to put her daisy on the flowering cross. She thought it was a better idea to snatch a few more flowers for herself, but we finally got the flower attached without too noticeable a fit. Later, during the closing song, she danced right up the aisle to the cross to smell the flowers. The congregation thinks that's really cute when you're one. We'll see how many smiles and oooh's and ahhh's we get when she's eight years old and still scrambling on stage to be next to Daddy. (Actually, the thought of that makes me smile.)



The Easter Bunny visited our house while Sophie took her afternoon nap, so she woke up to an egg hunt this afternoon. By the way, the Easter Bunny went to Target yesterday and ALL of the plastic eggs and ALL of the chocolate bunnies were sold out, so the EB stayed up late boiling and dying eggs with food coloring. On the way home, Daddy stopped at Walgreens to buy a video tape and (Easter miracle!), found eggs and a bunny. Sophie gently dropped the plastic eggs into her basket, but popped every hard-boiled egg into her mouth (turning her lips and tongue all kinds of colors), then slammed the eggs onto the floor. I thought we might eat hard-boiled eggs all week, but it looks like egg salad sandwiches are in our very near future. While Frank and I tried to sort the plastic eggs from the hard-boiled, Sophie played with her chocolate bunny, making it hop, hop, hop. When we finished sorting eggs, we found a chocolate-covered baby. She ate right through the tin foil and devoured one of bunny's ears. Happy Easter, everybody!