Peachy Celebrates Easter: Part One

It’s Easter time, and although this is not my first time celebrating Easter, it’s the only one I remember. Last year I was very little and had no idea what was going on. Mommy tells me that we had people over and that for some of our friends, it was the first time they got to meet me. I don’t remember any of that but I’m sure I had fun.

Baby's first Easter

Too little to know I’m having fun.

Yesterday was Good Friday which means that daddy was home with us. It was a very pleasant surprise for me. Daddy is never home on Fridays. I like it when daddy is with us. It’s a lot more fun being a family of three.

We had a pretty relaxing day and we all went out to the park together. It was a beautiful day and even though mommy insisted that I wear a jacket, I don’t think I really needed it. At least mommy let me push the hood back. I hate hoods.

My favourite part about going to the park is going down the slide. Mommy always lets me do the slide but she insists on holding me so that I don’t fly off the end or fall backwards and bump my head. She picks me up, puts me on the slide, and follows me with her hands as I go down. I don’t mind mommy holding me but she can only do it so many times before she gets tired while I still have energy to spare.

Yesterday was the best because mommy and daddy took turns helping me with the slide. I went down so many times! I tried every slide including the spiral ones. The spiral slides are interesting but I think I prefer the straight ones because I can go faster. I like to go fast.

It was a great day but I didn’t see anything Eastery about it. The only unusual thing that happened was daddy staying home. As much fun as that is, it’s not really a part of Easter. Wasn’t there talk of a bunny? Shouldn’t there be more eggs involved?

Mommy tells me that we will be doing our celebrating tomorrow and on Monday. She says we will have people over. I know what that means for us today. We have to tidy up. Mommy will dust and mop the floors while I try to organize the stuff in my red bucket. I have to put stuff in there and then take it out again many times before I’m satisfied that I got it right. It’s not an easy job.

Baby playing in a baby proof area

Not quite right. Try again.

Today daddy is at work again but mommy says that when he comes home, we’re going to decorate our Easter eggs. I’m looking forward to that. I don’t know what to expect but it sounds like fun. I suspect it’s going to be a great opportunity to get messy and maybe taste some paint. It should be a good time.

Eggs seem to play a central role around Easter. Last time we went grocery shopping we bought two cartons of eggs instead of the usual one that we get. I’m not crazy about eggs but I do like french toast and I don’t mind eating a piece or two of scrambled eggs off of mommy’s plate.

We have several baskets full of eggs on our mantel but these eggs don’t taste like anything. Mommy tells me they are plastic and for decorative purposes only. Even though they are not tasty, they are very pretty and colourful. I guess they’re doing a good job at being decorative.

I would really like to learn more about this Easter bunny that I’ve been hearing so much about. According to what I’ve heard, his eggs are chocolate. Even though I don’t really like eggs all that much, I but the chocolate ones are delicious and probably much tastier than the non-chocolate variety.

Daddy and I love chocolate but mommy doesn’t let me have it very often. I hope the Easter bunny brings me some of his chocolate eggs. Then I won’t have to beg for the chocolate crumbs that daddy gives me when mommy isn’t looking. I think the Easter bunny and I would get along splendidly.

Easter Bunny

That’s probably him!

I hope that you all have a wonderful Easter and that the Easter bunny brings you baskets and baskets of chocolate eggs. You can never have too much chocolate.

Happy Easter!

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