Confessions of “mom” the Easter Bunny:
After a relaxing weekend away with family, it was time to buckle down and get into Easter bunny mode! It’s hard work ya know! I mean, I always have to buy EXTRA candy because I have to leave room for me to eat half of it before it hits the basket and you have to keep it from melting in the trunk of your car, you have to get an overly excited, sugar hyped kid to sleep after singing “little bunny Foo Foo” five hundred million times and listening to her say “What that wasn’t right, let me start all over”……and you have to sneak around creating bunny poo all over the house just to convince your child(ren) that a big hairy person sized bunny broke into your home and left a basket of goodies…..then to top it all off, you have to take photos in the process. This clearly isn’t the job for those who can’t multi-task….or don’t like their kids!! hahah!
And is it just me, or are Peeps the weirdest candy ever!! I mean they are sugar covered chickens. Just sayin!!
So she FINALLY went to sleep and we sprung into action.We snuck around in our pajamas hiding eggs, dropping cotton balls and looking for the perfect location for the basket. At one point we just looked at each other and laughed…..ohh, the things we do for our kids!
When we were younger, Mom and Dad would tell us, “Don’t open your baskets until we get are awake.” I use to think, “What the heck, it’s MY basket!”…..but now I get it, they wanted to see our reaction, to be part of the memory, and more importantly they wanted to take pictures! So of course we told Mallory the same thing, “Don’t go downstairs until Mommy and Daddy are awake.” So 6:30 am rolls around and I’m being poked in the face by my excited 6 year old’s finger- I’m already regretting this! By the time she went to sleep it was 1 a.m. so 6:30 a.m. rolled around VERY quickly! As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and my feet hit the floor, I just wanted to stay curled up in the warmth of my blankets, but the excitement in her voice is enough to get me moving. She follows me into the bathroom and as I’m brushing my teeth, she begins to tell me (VERY SPECIFIC) things about what “SHE THINKS” the Easter Bunny “MAY HAVE” brought her. As she’s talking, I face the sink because I didn’t want her to see me laughing. I yell into the bedroom where Greg is barely moving and trying to gather up the energy to get out of bed and yell, “Did you hear what she THINKS the Easter Bunny brought her!!” It was apparent, she had already gone down and peeked before awaking us. She named almost EVERYTHING that was in the basket………..gosh I see myself in her more and more everyday!
She’s a sneaky one. She had gone down and scoped out the joint before coming to wake us up. If this is any indication on what I’m going to be in for later when she’s a teenager, I’m scared! You see, we have an old house which means old squeaky steps. She was able to get to the bottom of the steps without squeaking! We need to get THAT fixed STAT! The funniest thing is, she humored us by acting like she’s seen it for the first time. “Look Mom, he lost some of his cotton tail!!” “Oh my gosh…..look Mom, he did bring me a bear with bunny ears!”. We let her think she got one over one us, I figure, she’s only going to be little for so long and soon she won’t believe in the Easter Bunny at all. I’ll take what I can get! I love good family traditions!
PS: We let her pick her own outfit out………..I pick my battles people!
I love that you can actually SEE your dining room table now 🙂
I know!!!! You have no idea how excited that makes me!!