Holidays

Somehow they keep sneaking up on us a little bit.  We knew Easter was coming.  We would need to dye eggs and we would need to purchase egg dye.  Fastforward to egg dying day and Andrew is calling all over upper Manhattan trying to find a place that sells egg dying kits.

One week later, Saturday night before Easter – can I find the pretty easter basket grass and the plastic eggs at the local drug store?  No, I cannot.  I did find a chocolate bunny and jelly beans.  Apparently these items were good enough without the plastic eggs and fake grass.  And that is one of the fascinating and lovely things about experiencing these holidays with Blitzen.  Our expectations are so much higher than hers.  She was really excited to see her little basket.  She ran right into our room, the Easter Bunny actually came, she cried!  It makes me wonder (kind of sadly) what these types of holidays have been like in the past.  I’ve mentioned before that Blitzen has a habit of co-opting our memories so we rarely know what she really has or has not done.  No matter, I suppose — she is delighted every time with every holiday.  And we are delighted to get to spend these times with her.  Sometimes parenting is way more fun than I thought it would be.