Our Easter celebration started on Saturday morning at the park next to Cathie's house with a big West Point, Easter Egg Hunt. The kids have had a little practice with Grandma Iva and at the Lows so we thought they were good to go. Well. . . we were wrong. In the 0-3 category Cara couldn't wait until they said go. She kept dashing out into the eggs upsetting the children around her. When it was finally time to go she ran, and ran, and ran. It took some coaching to help her remember that she needed to pick up eggs. She and Emi did well.
On the other hand Caleb was excited and ready to go right up to the point that they said go. That is when he started to freak out. He broke into tantrum mode which put him way behind the other kids. When Josh saw that Caleb was about to have no success he took him to the "special needs section. Josh's comment was, "it was obvious that he had special needs." The poor kid buckled under pressure.
The Easter Bunny made it to our house this year even though Josh didn't understand why the Easter Bunny needed to bring presents. He thought hiding eggs would be sufficient. He tried to tell me it wasn't Christmas, but I held out and the kids scored a $120 swing set from Walmart. I say if the cheapest swing set worked for me (my family had an identical one to the one we have for 15+ years) it will work for my kids too. The kids love it even with the snow still in the back yard. Josh was not happy trying to put it together on Easter afternoon when ALL of the screws were just a little bit too short. It is amazing what a hammer and a frustrated man can do. Caleb informed Cara's speech therapist on Monday morning that his dad is a builder and "he can build anything."
Our eggs didn't get colored until the Monday after Easter, but I am quite proud of myself for even embracing the messy tradition. Honestly, it was quite fun. I think we came up with some egg-celent designs.
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