We didn't dye eggs or have an Easter egg hunt (neither Steph or I are big fans of establishing traditions that Evan isn't even going to be able to participate in yet, let alone appreciate, especially when they require planning and effort on our part), but we did let Evan play with the only Easter-themed toys we have. Many, many moons ago my mom crocheted several chickees that fit inside L'eggs eggs (I didn't even realize they haven't sold L'eggs in the plastic egg packaging for a few decades... I guess it's been a while since I bought pantyhose) along with dyed egg covers for them. I found them a few weeks ago in one of the boxes of my old toys that was passed down to us when my parents moved to New York, and this seemed like the perfect time to introduce Evan to them (you can see the chickees around his feet, and the 3 eggs forming a perimeter to keep him centered on the blanket). They didn't make the same great sound his cups do when he smashed them together, but I think he liked them anyway.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Easter
We spent most of Easter Sunday gardening, so we threw out a blanket in the shade so Evan could hang out with us:
We didn't dye eggs or have an Easter egg hunt (neither Steph or I are big fans of establishing traditions that Evan isn't even going to be able to participate in yet, let alone appreciate, especially when they require planning and effort on our part), but we did let Evan play with the only Easter-themed toys we have. Many, many moons ago my mom crocheted several chickees that fit inside L'eggs eggs (I didn't even realize they haven't sold L'eggs in the plastic egg packaging for a few decades... I guess it's been a while since I bought pantyhose) along with dyed egg covers for them. I found them a few weeks ago in one of the boxes of my old toys that was passed down to us when my parents moved to New York, and this seemed like the perfect time to introduce Evan to them (you can see the chickees around his feet, and the 3 eggs forming a perimeter to keep him centered on the blanket). They didn't make the same great sound his cups do when he smashed them together, but I think he liked them anyway.
We didn't dye eggs or have an Easter egg hunt (neither Steph or I are big fans of establishing traditions that Evan isn't even going to be able to participate in yet, let alone appreciate, especially when they require planning and effort on our part), but we did let Evan play with the only Easter-themed toys we have. Many, many moons ago my mom crocheted several chickees that fit inside L'eggs eggs (I didn't even realize they haven't sold L'eggs in the plastic egg packaging for a few decades... I guess it's been a while since I bought pantyhose) along with dyed egg covers for them. I found them a few weeks ago in one of the boxes of my old toys that was passed down to us when my parents moved to New York, and this seemed like the perfect time to introduce Evan to them (you can see the chickees around his feet, and the 3 eggs forming a perimeter to keep him centered on the blanket). They didn't make the same great sound his cups do when he smashed them together, but I think he liked them anyway.
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