Eggs and Candy

So, as I said yesterday, I have not given up on completely controlling Quinn's Easter with all of my own childhood expectations!!

I continue with Egg Dying.

I was really scared of filling a bunch of cups with toxic water that looks like juice. I bought a kit, but then I found this better option:



It comes with 5 little q-tips that have egg paint in them. You snap the cap off one end and get messy in a much less, "MY JUICE!!" kind of way.

















And next we move to Easter Morning. The Easter Bunny came, of course, and hid a basket in our house for Quinn. The basket was filled with lots of goodies -- sidewalk chalk, Elmo bubble bath, hair bows, a few eggs, a puzzle with spring animals and a bike riding bunny with an egg of jelly beans. Now, normally I am all about showing you the "before" shot of the beautiful basket. But the reality is more "fun."

Here is the story: the basket got ripped through in about 30 sections. The minute she figured out the jelly beans were candy, she was done with the rest of the goods and she proceeded to stuff her face as fast as possible. There was only time for these two shots before Easter Morning was over, and I had to grab the second half of the beans before they ALL ended up in her tummy or dripping down her chin.

Notice her complete contemplation in these shots and the huge quantity of crap in her mouth. I am going to make the stretch and say she is not thinking a whole lot about Jesus here. Oh well.





On a more positive note: I was the most proud mama ever when Quinn pointed to each animal on her new puzzle and said their names -- baby pig, mama pig, baby sheep, mama sheep. She had never said pig or sheep before. It is the little things, right?

And then you Mormons will appreciate this: During church the Bishop gave the Easter address. Quinn looked up while he talked and said, "Bi-shop, Bi-shop, Da Bi-shop." Very cute. She also enjoyed running from our pew to the stand to visit her Bob who is the Choir director. She also had a huge booger hanging from her nose for the whole time at church that we COULD NOT conquer. Dear me. Happy Easter.