Although
it was relatively laid back in revelry, especially compared to year's
past, we had a nice Easter. With my movement restrictions we just
couldn't complete our normal traditions. I am proud of Robby for not
complaining and for taking the changes in stride. He is growing into
such a patient and easy-going child; I'm so proud of him!
Saturday
evening we finally completed the one Easter tradition I refused to
ignore--dyeing Easter eggs. It occurred to me that this activity takes
considerably longer now that he is older, but that he also finishes
exponentially cleaner. Gone are the days of dipping his hands into the
full cup of colorful dye. This year he carefully moved each egg between
trays, created striped and overlapping circles featuring a rainbow of
bright colors. I became excited when it occurred to me that next year I
will be preparing two dozen eggs instead of one. I'm looking forward to
scrubbing little hands clean after he (or she) playfully splashes in the
colorful dye cups!
Easter morning I woke
up early, not because that was my intention but instead because sleep
has become elusive. While the boys were still dreaming, I sneaked
outside and carefully hid the eggs and Easter surprises. (For a reason
which we still don't understand, Robby does not like candy. Therefore,
his Easter treats always consist of outdoor toys for the coming summer.)
It turns out that the egg hiding was easier in concept than in
execution. I can't bend, so I was forced to either squat down to place
each egg or find a spot knee high to hide it. I have no doubts that I
resembled a pajama-wearing chicken each time I not-so-gracefully
squatted down to place an egg.
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