eggs and baskets

Little M had already logged several hours of egg hunting before we even made it to Easter Sunday. We got started on Saturday at the zoo's annual Bunny Bounce. The "real" egg hunts were full of excited, sugarhappy big kids, but the toddler hunt--which mostly consisted of piles of plastic eggs all over the ground--was just about our speed. M grasped the finding and collecting concepts immediately.

The weather was bright and sunny, but cool enough in the shade for M to rock her fancy Peter Rabbit sweater from dear Auntie Laura...

She was very interested in what all of the other kids were doing and mostly wanted eggs that other people had already "found."

The whole thing was exhilarating and ultimately exhausting and led to a long, long nap in the Ergo on the walk home.

We got some more egg/basket practice in that afternoon, though. Lots of eggs in and out of the basket. Over and over. And over.

Of course, the cats love anything light enough to be batted across the living room floor, so they were totally into the eggs, too. And sometimes the basket.

Bunny ears? Nope, just the photobombing Rody.

By Easter morning, M probably thought she had this whole basket thing figured out.

Until she, Finch, and Eleanor discovered the thing called Easter grass. Which this mama will never, ever again put in a basket of any kind. Ever.

Fortunately, we used paper "grass." Recycled, recyclable, and--arguably--entirely edible.

After the initial grass excitement, M displayed only passing interest in the actual contents of her basket. Which is fine. Because Mama was going to eat that chocolate bar anyway. M did spend a couple minutes looking at one of her new books...

And then we discovered another basket on our back porch with little M's name on it. This one was apparently more interesting...

...to everyone.

Mama and Daddy were especially amused by the tin of sardines. That bunny sure knows our kid.

All dolled up, we went to Grandma and Grandpa L's for the afternoon.

Cousin Jonah displayed his mad bubble-blowing skills.
M was impressed.

The highlight of the day for M was yet another egg hunt. She had some trouble actually finding the eggs but there were plenty of big people around to help her. 

Clearly, this was some serious business.

Sort of.

And of course, at the end of it all, there was another big, fat nap. Because that's how we roll.