Happy Easter!
March 23rd, 2008First an foremost, in case you haven’t heard, He is Risen!!! This is the most exciting day of the year, even without egg bearing rabbits and chocolate highs. It is so easy to forget as we get caught up in the stuff that this day is important because death is conquered. Oh, I’m not above the forgetting… Seriously, I was in Target on Friday with every other parent trying to pull an Easter basket out of my hat. I stood in the color coded aisle (pink for girls, yellow for either, blue for boys) trying to sort through the serious level of crap available. I went in looking for some basics: Peeps, a little chocolate, some small toy, and basket grass that I wouldn’t find in my house in a month. (Sidenote: they make edible grass now people!! EDIBLE. Where was this stuff when Duke was younger and he had grassless baskets because I was afraid of the choking hazard?) What I found was so far away from my plan.
I have some basic rules: I don’t want too much sugar, I don’t want useless stuff I’ll just be throwing away by Wednesday, I don’t want too much action heroes (most assuredly not the Spiderman eggs that have nothing inside it but candy).
What I found was four dads on cells phones with little ones in their carts trying to get the list of what the Easter Bunny should bring. These dads also parked their carts in the middle of aisle, didn’t move when I wanted by (I was smart and didn’t grab a cart, I picked up a basket for ease through tight aisles). And these kids were demanding that they wanted “EVERYTHING” they saw.
I wanted out of there. So, I chose to shop elsewhere in the store. So, I picked up the highly traditional Easter legos, toy binos, and sidewalk chalk. But the best part was one of the candies I did find in the Easter aisle — gummy eyeballs. We can have CSI: the Easter Edition.
Duke has been saying for awhile that he wanted to eat eyeballs — and I finally found some for him.
This morning, I was cuddled in bed with Duke enjoying the bright and beautiful morning, reflecting on what today means. Duke reaches over and hugs me and says, “Mama, you are my bestest friend.” Oh, yes, it is a good day indeed.
(Duke loved his eyeballs and the basket.)
Niki:
March 23, 2008 at 4:11 pm
As we responded in church this morning, “He is risen indeed!”
Never too old for Easter baskets and candy, the girls are enjoying theirs, though Holly has had her first Peep, and didn’t like it! Bummer, I’ll just have to leave them out on the counter for a week, then eat them. They’re better that way anyway.
AlisonH:
March 24, 2008 at 12:41 am
Patricia my friend, I caved and bought the kids plastic grass ONCE. They were little then. And yeah, I saved it for the next year, and the next, in ever diminishing amounts as it disappeared into the planks in the ceiling or wherever it slunk off to. They are college-age on up to a third-year PhD candidate now. And I STILL find a piece of that grass from time to random time in random places in the house. It’s haunted with plastic grass. It’ll never go away! Edible, too, now, huh? Do you know what Stephen King could DO with that?