Happy (slightly belated) Easter, everyone!
On Saturday evening as I put him to bed, Finn asked (for the first time, mind you), “Hey, did we remember to put out Easter baskets?” Shortly thereafter I joined the ranks of the other dead-eyed, deadbeat parents trudging through the picked-over aisle at Target, ladling Peeps & nuclear-green “grass” into my bucket. Ay carumba.
Ah, but it was worth it as I scored a bunch of Cadbury Creme Eggs—a rare treat from my childhood. Here’s a gallery of the sweet, sticky action as the boys wolfed them down the next day. And the hollow plastic eggs I found proved to be a smash: Margot loaded them up for the dudes to do a morning egg hunt, after which they hid eggs for us to find! I don’t think I’d hunted eggs in 30 years. 🙂
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Look at how excited and happy they were! Well done Mom-O and Dad-O.
PS – I’m surprised you were able to find the Cadbury cream eggs at Target. We bought all of the eggs we could find, 36 of them. No joke. They have to last us until next year.