Easter at the Improv
Okay, I get it. The more I plan (and the more I plan on my plans panning out), the more likely it is that things will go haywire. I had, for instance, planned on a spectacular-in-its-simplicity backyard egg hunt for Wombat, but then it rained like a mofo during his waking hours and drizzled enough during his nap that I only braved the elements myself long enough to snap some photos of what might have been.
This morning on my way to work, I found myself following a car sporting a bumper sticker that said "Plan to improvise." Okay, now that is something I can get behind. (Har!) And in fact, that's what I'd done. Before Wombat woke from his nap on Easter Sunday, I dried the raindrops from his plastic eggs, nestled them semi-obviously between couch cushions, on shelves, and peeking from behind toy boxes, and made sure the cats hadn't discovered where I'd hidden his Easter basket and gorged themselves on Easter grass, a.k.a. recycled paper packing material. (They hadn't, although that didn't mean there wasn't some festive holiday barf.)
The plastic eggs were filled with Cheerios, Goldfish crackers, raisins, fruit roll-ups leftover from Wombat's birthday sushi, and an organic lollipop. I ask you: is the lack of candy holiday humbuggery or GENIUS?
Napped and fed, we let the little rugrat loose in the media room, and after he spied the first blue egg loitering by the laundry basket, he picked up on the concept immediately and got busy furiously filling his little pink gathering basket with prizes. He didn't know there was food inside them yet, but he probably wouldn't have cared; the fun was in the pursuit. As soon as he'd deposit one egg in his basket, he'd scan the room and then run open-mouthed toward the next target. Here he is running toward his Official Basket after the egg hunt was over.
And here he is in the ears and Wellies from his Unofficial Easter Basket, courtesy of Gramma (Simon's mom). I have no excuse for his outfit but to say "If not Easter then WHEN?" Besides, the nancy-boy searsucker worked so well for him last year I figured why not make it a two-fer if not a tradition?
(That's not a great shot, I know, but it's the only one I have that doesn't totally give away how dramatic his haircut is. Dramatic but not traumatic, thankfully.)
We colored eggs over the weekend too, using a tie-dye kit that came with glitter* and the curse that my hands would somehow end up blue and green for the next two days. Although I managed to be rather clumsy, the process was actually fairly toddler friendly; you put the egg in a plastic bag, drop in some dye, and then swirl the egg around in the bag to coat it with the dye. Wombat really got into it for about twenty seconds and then...not so much. He also continues to eat anything and everything with naught a protest, but give the kid an egg--hardboiled, scrambled, deviled, poached--and he's turning up his nose like Eustace Tilly. No, pardon moi.
I can't complain, though. (Especially not when there's SO MUCH ELSE to complain about.) (I am very, very cranky today.) And in the end, I suppose I would proudly display a "Plan to improvise" bumper sticker on my car if I were the type to do such things. At the very least, that's more my style than, say, a window decal showing Calvin peeing on my Easter activities spreadsheet.
*While contemplating the egg-decorating glitter and its possible toxicity upon accidental ingestion, Simon mentioned the possibility of taking a sparkly poo, and let me tell you, I have never in my life wanted to be under medical observation that involved my collecting stool samples, but now, given the option to provide a bedazzled specimen? Oh, don't tempt me.
Ever since I received an email containing the glorious phrase "I'm ordering edible glitter - do you want some?", and consequently discovered that edible glitter may indeed be edible but it's not actually digestible, I've had more conversations about sparkly poo than you can poke a stick at.
Poo/stick poking pun unintended ...
That is an awe-inspiring level of effort! It puts my Easter activities to shame! Love the pictures. Also, that green egg looks like there is a little worm inside it. :)
We didn't do an egg hunt this year OR dye eggs. You win at Easter! :)
When are you going to reveal the hair cut? I think I can make it out in the shot with the dyed eggs! I'm sure it's adorable. I was worried Ro's would look butchered, but it turned out great, and I think he's even cuter now than he was before.
You're a much better mom than I. We had date sans baby on Easter and left Ro with Grandma. Next year we'll do eggs, for sure. :)
Haircut pics coming soon! (Entirely dependent on whether the prince deigns to nap this afternoon.) His hair is...kind of butchered, but he's still adorable. Ro's cut seems like it's a shorter version of what he had before, and Wombat's is like a radical change. If we had some Just For Men on hand, he could go into Witness Protection.