The Hound of the Basketvilles

Hope everyone out there had a great Easter.  Ours was exceptional.  I’m going to actually use 2 words that most likely have never been used together before (I hope):  it was an Easter orgy.  Never has there been such an Easter.  An embarrassment of riches, really.

In his Easter Sunday best

In his Easter Sunday best

My dude

My dude

It all started Thursday with an egg-hunt at Stella’s school.  Unfortunately I had to bring Felix with me due to the Apukealypse germ taking out every member of Oui Oui’s household.  It was further unfortunate that by the time I got there, Stella was over-stimulated.  I ended up having to drag her kicking and screaming to the car (leaving Felix with some lady I’d never seen before who kindly asked if I needed a hand).  The good news is that she got to hunt eggs and have fun with her friends all day.  She also recovered quickly.  That’s progress compared to the Great Christmas School Party Meltdown this past December.

Friday was an off day for me and Stella.  She was pretty upset about not going to school.  Luckily, my dad and stepmother had sent the kids toys for Easter – one of those LaLaLoopsy bubbling mermaid dolls and a bubble mower – that I could offer up as a distraction.

I’m going to interject some product reviews here.  Stella had been raving about the Loopsy bubbling mermaid dolls since seeing commercials for them.  I told my dad to get her one and figured the Bunny would bring the other given her deep fixation on mermaids.  The dolls are cute.  But the bubbling??  First off, the shit spills.  Once you fill their hair with the solution, if you tilt the doll more than 1.5˚ it spills. Then, I wouldn’t say it bubbles.  It foams.  It’s like the mermaid has rabid hair.  And a mermaid with hydrophobic hair is just wrong.

When added to the Fisher Price bubble mower that wouldn’t bubble for all the tea in bloody China and only distributed a slime of bubble solution all over the house, I had 2 toys which were cute and appreciated by kids, but which didn’t function as intended and gave me an indoor Slip-n-Slide to clean up.

On to the main event.  First, the floppy eared giant magical rodent stopped at our house.  He had to do things a little different since Stella insisted on waking up at 4:15 that morning.  Technically the Bunny had a couple of hours of night left to sneak in and out, but Stella cheated him.  Instead, he had to sneak in ninja-like later after he finished his regular rounds.  Conveniently enough, that was after Will woke up so that he didn’t miss anything.  The Bunny was generous.  There was very little candy, but loads of toys – mermaids (and another damn bubbling Loopsy thing), dolls, and Hello Kitties for Stella and dinosaurs and rockets for Felix.

Basket #1

Basket #1

Easter dinosaur

Easter dinosaur

Preparing to depart for Oui Oui's

Preparing to depart for Oui Oui’s

After we recovered from the morning, off to Oui Oui’s house we went.  There was grilling and crawfish bisque and cousins from out of town we’d never seen.  Oh yeah.  And the Bunny had come to Oui Oui’s house, too, with MORE stuff.  There was splashing in the hose in the yard and ice cream and cake and ANOTHER big egg hunt.

Basket #2

Basket #2

Pre-egg hunt

Pre-egg hunt

Easter basket multi-tasking:  treat holder AND helmet

Easter basket multi-tasking: treat holder AND helmet

Hunting

Hunting

By the time we left, the kids had racked up an impressive bounty, were dirty and exhausted, and were inconsolably grumpy due to lack of napping.  We barely got everyone in, bathed, fed, and kept awake until 5:45 when Stella was pretty much begging to go to sleep.

No.  More. Easter.

No. More. Easter.

While I put everything away last night, I felt kind of sick about how much stuff the kids got.  The Bunny went overboard, especially when all the other toys and baskets from grandparents were taken into account.  Next year will be massively scaled back.  I don’t want spoiled brat children.  But one thing makes me happy to think about:  when I was getting Stella dressed for bed and asked her what her favorite part of the day was, it wasn’t the toys and baskets she chose.  It was playing with her new-found little cousin.  That makes me happy for loads of reasons.

Thank you, Easter Bunny!

Thank you, Easter Bunny!

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About larva225

Working mom. Is there any other kind? Geologist. Nerd.
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2 Responses to The Hound of the Basketvilles

  1. Amber Perea says:

    My favorite part of this Easter? The fact that, at out annual Easter extravaganza, Jp was one of the “Lord of the flies” kids that runs around our house. Just one of the pack! Playing, singing, hiding, sneaking candy…all of it. He even had a little girlfriend in a tutu dress he called “Princess”!

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