Easter

A lot has been going on lately, but since everyone has to start somewhere, I might as well begin with Easter.

Early Easter morning, Evelyn walked into our room to jump into bed with us. This has been her habit lately, and as she climbed up I told her, "Evelyn, last night the Easter bunny came and he brought you lots of goodies." Her eyes grew big and round and she was smiling ear to ear. I grabbed her basket off the dresser and she immediately began tearing into candy and pulling out plastic eggs. Rowan followed shortly after and we soon had two toddlers pumped up on sugar and chocolate.

Of course, Rowan came in carrying her giant rabbit pinata. They sell them on the street and as we passed by Rowan pointed out the window and said "bunny," so we stopped and bought one. It was suppose to be for both of the girls, but as we set it in the back of the car Rowan quickly began pointing at Evelyn saying "NO," then pointing at the rabbit and saying, "MINE" and this "No-Mine," bit went on until Evelyn appeared to comprehend that the rabbit belonged to Rowan. Evelyn gave her a look that seemed to say, "fine whatever, keep your pinata," and from then on she'd only try to touch it if Rowan wasn't looking.

For the next several days Rowan carried the giant pinata everywhere and insisted on sleeping with it. Of course it took up the majority of her toddler bed, so we'd take it out once she fell asleep. Andre had a terrible time convincing her to go to school without it. We obviously couldn't crack it open--not with Rowan being so attached to it. So she loved on it for weeks, until it was almost losing an ear and I moved it to the garage.

Anyhow, the girls were full of chocolate and marshmallow peeps, so we dressed up and headed to church. It was a typical Easter sermon--rebirth, resurrection, etc. Exactly what one would expect on an Easter Sunday, but it made me really miss my dad for some reason.

After church, and after naps, we went to my sisters to celebrate with the family. We brought over a huge bag of cascarones (confetti filled into the shells of eggs). Typically you crack them on other people's heads, but the girls seem to have more fun cracking them on their own heads.