Whaddya bring me Easter Bunny?

We spent a wonderful day with our friends on Easter. But before they came over for brunch, Emerson got to check out his very first Easter basket. I really should've known better, but the crinkle paper probably wasn't the best idea. You would've thought it was made of candy because Emerson could not keep it out of his mouth. Actually he doesn't know what candy tastes like, so scratch that. It's like it was made of broccoli -- he really loves broccoli. Every other word out of our mouths was, "Don't eat that. Don't eat that. I said, don't eat that..." So in the trash it quickly went.


Once everyone arrived and brunch got going it was pretty serious. Serious in that I'm very serious about my eating. We had quite the feast. Quiche, roast, potatoes, danishes, fruit salad, pie, biscuits... what else? Oh yeah, lots and lots of bacon. Gluttony galore. It ended up being a gorgeous day so we all sat out in the front yard and enjoyed the beautiful weather. After a few more helpings, and before severe food coma set in, we started decorating the eggs. It was a wonderful, colorful mess and we ended up with some great eggs. Emerson, of course, wasn't afraid to get right in there and color eggs, himself and whatever else happened to be within arms reach....like Grant's pants. See how quickly and nimbly Grant backs up and away from the baby with the dye-covered hands.


We had a great time and Emerson did too. As you can see, he's not afraid to try new things.

We're also starting to accumulate new Easter traditions with each passing year. We have the Mt. Whitney Burger (trademark pending) -- which although it did not make an appearance at this year's table, was given a nod by the copious amounts of bacon present, the jello eggs (hey, got to have a little Easter fun for the adults, right?), and this year's new addition -- the Easter Delight. A smooth brunch cocktail made much more exciting than your run-of-the-mill mimosa thanks to Trader Joe's Pomegranate Lime juice. Yum!

I'd forgotten how much fun holidays like this can be. I guess that's one of the upsides to having a kid. You get to relive all those great childhood moments through your own child's eyes. Good stuff, good stuff.