Easter started early. At 5:40 I felt Fiona tapping on my leg telling me the night was too long and she wanted to get up. I begged for 15 minutes and tucked her in bed next to me. For the next 15 minutes I could only think of Frankenstein rolling around on the newspaper in the bed...a reference to Big Daddy. Anyway. I got up and got "dressed" and spent the next 10 minutes trying to keep Fiona from disassembling both Easter baskets on the table. Phew. Mack is up. She finds the baskets and gets PISSED that she can't open hers yet. I let them go in and wake Daddy at 6:18 so he can be present for the presents. Phew...time to dive in.
Fiona takes out her new Roxy slippers. She takes out her sidewalk chalk. She gets stoked that she got peanut butter eggs and promptly hands one to me since she knows I love them. I decline. She moves on to her new shirt. And so it goes. Mack. She is totally stoked about the chalk and gets upset because she can't open it so she throws it. She empties out her basket and proceeds to throw the pink cellophane grass all over the living room floor yelling- SNOW! It goes on like this.
We have pancakes for breakfast. Chocolate chip and don't forget to make Fiona's name with pancakes. Don't make Mack's name because she doesn't like to see an M on her plate. She prefers Mickey Mouse. But really she just digs the chocolate chips out and then moves on.
Time for the egg hunt. Mackenzie is wearing a long sleeve onesie with bikini bottoms over it and in the spirit of Easter photos I ask her to get dressed in something other than her pajamas. She chooses a salmon colored dress which just happens to be a twin with a dress Fiona has. After 15 minutes of wrestling, they are dressed and adorable. After 5 minutes of spitting on the floor by the door we head outside. Mackenzie is buzzing by now. Absolutely electric.
EGGS! The Easter Bunny has hidden both plastic and real eggs. Both girls are happily gathering as many as they can- though Fi grabs more. The hunt is almost over. Mack's dress is off. Earlier in the day, Fi chose a pair of race car BVD's for Mackenzie that she is now sporting in our front yard with her basket. She discovers that there is money in some of the eggs. She finds chocolate in one. To make it easier she begins chucking her plastic eggs onto the driveway to pop them open and then oooh and aaaah at the contents. BOOM! An egg cracks. BOOM! Another. I'm cracking up. Nana is cracking up. She hucks one at the rock wall to get it open. Her style is intense.
Holidays are interesting. No matter how much I invest into making them special, I can't make them follow our routine. So, holidays are going to be hard. I think that her egg cracking style was our gift today. I have to admit that I love her energy. I have spicy children and life is exciting.
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