Easter Sunday

I had to wake G to start Easter Sunday.  Steve hid 24 plastic eggs (I know, I know, but I reuse them every year) around the house with marshmallows, albino chips (white chocolate chips), raisins and chocolate chips, as well as notes good for ice cream, new book, etc.  G was thrilled, as this was all he wanted:  An Egg Hunt.

The rest of the day was filled with food, lots of rain, DVD's, mimosas and a quick visit to our friend's farm for an Easter Beer Hunt.  She made the beer and also hid a few eggs for G.

He has been drawing and creating a tableau in our entryway for the last few weeks.  He totally enjoys setting a scene up for the holidays and I love that about him.  Lambs, pretty eggs, bunny drawings, as well as all of the cards he had received in the mail for this rite of passage into Spring.  He relishes putting them on display.  We talked about Easter and how it started and that it symbolizes birth, renewal and paying homage to the egg and the rabbit.  He said he knew all that.   Of course he did.