a little bit of easter :: easter mornin'
10:22 PMok, first of all, check this out. . . .
and, of course, cohen wouldn't be outdone. . .
cohen had his own sunglasses in his easter basket, but they weren't as fabulous as the pink polka-dotted flower ones irie received and they didn't match the butterfly ears he stole from her basket.
now might be a good time to let you in on the fact that their baskets were indeed trash buckets this procrastinating easter bunny found in the dollar section at target THE DAY BEFORE easter. let me just tell you, that section of my fabulous haven has saved my ass a few times since becoming a mother. i didn't even make it to the seasonal aisle because i was instantly overcome by the bargain trance they strategically place by the front door. funny how one item bragging a $1 pricetag can quickly turn into a $50 receipt. so, needless to say, by the time it took me to weave through the 20 feet of dollar deals, i had more fabulousness than the baskets i had waiting to be filled at home could accommodate. target knew that i would be in this predicament and took advantage of my buying daze with trash buckets matching their new rooms at only $2.50 each. had to do it.
i placed each bucket in front of their bedroom doors the night before knowing they, well cohen, would find it as soon as he woke up. but no. he hopped, pun intended, right over it about 53 times on his way to incessantly tap my forehead waaaay too early in the morning. "mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mo. . . . ." yes, exactly like that family guy episode.
"mommy, did you see the easter bunny, because i'm pretty sure he was supposed to come and, like, leave me something."
he finally found it. and he totally didn't care that he was pulling his easter goodies out of a trash can.
irie wasn't impressed. she stared at it for a long while. we each got a look like "dude. it's a trashcan. what do you want me to do with it?'
daddy finally let her in on all the wonders that she'd find inside. uh huh. a spiky rubber pig is all it takes to get her giddy with excitement.
i'm proud to say those smiles are sans candy, and all about colorful goldfish. my mother bought 84 plastic eggs to hide for the easter egg hunt and when i told her "no candy" i think i disappointed her more than cohen even knew he could have been. luckily, i have at least this easter before he knows to demand jelly beans and chocolate.
of course, we had to have pancakes (cohen's favorite) and scrambled eggs (irie's) but i didn't get any pictures of my cute bunny shapes before cohen ripped their ears off and irie threw all her food on the floor (for fun. cause that's how she rolls.). just trust that it was beautifully gourmet.
p.s. check back in for part II a little bit of easter... only it'll be a lotta bit, considering i have a problem when i have my camera in my hands. my finger develops some sort of uncontrollable twitch and i can't make it through a minute without taking at least 784 pictures.
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