Auntie Johanna is on record as complaining about the lack of niece photos lately, so here, have some Easter pictures!
Eliza and I dyed the eggs on Saturday night while Jim was pulling a rare weekend shift. It’s easy and cheap to make your own colors, so that’s what we did. I’m glad I didn’t spend too much money on fancy dye kits because when you have a toddler as an assistant designer and enthusiastic tosser-into-the-dye, the eggs tend to come out sort of murky. We got a couple of good green ones, but most of them were some form of brownish-reddish-purplish:
Originally, Jim and I had decided we’d do the Easter egg hunt after the Easter drag in the afternoon, but then I discovered a problem with this plan since we intended to have some of the hard-boiled eggs as part of breakfast. (Is this universal or a Euro-thing, eating hardboiled eggs on bread for breakfast on Easter? Because Jim always seems mystified by this, and I can’t tell if I’m the weirdo or if he’s a heathen.)
Anyway, so we scotched that plan and he distracted her while I hid the eggs and some little gifties, and then I made loud crashing noises and yelled for Eliza to come see what was going on. In the very near future, I must make time to upload the video footage he got of her saying, “Ooooh!” and “BEOO-dee-ful” when she spotted the Most Expensive Easter Trinket Ever:
Properly fortified with eggs and Easter bread (AM and Jim) and/or hopped up on chocolate (Eliza) we headed out for the Easter drag. We are always the first ones out there because we head out right at 11 and most of the churches don’t get out until at least 11:30, but it’s fun. Basically, everyone parades up and down the street in their finery. The firestation rolls out its trucks and lets the little kids crawl around in them while one of the firefighters hands out candy (since it’s always a young-looking guy I suspect some sort of rookie hazing ritual at play). Merchants hand out stuff to the kids (see green bunny ears clutched in Missy’s hands):
and there’s facepainting:
a clown who makes balloon animals, and a bunny:
and a hotdog:
If the latter seems incongruous, well, that’s how we roll in our hood. Also, HQ for the festivities is a locally beloved old-time hot dog place. The hot dog made a really big impression on Eliza this year. Tonight, she took off her shirt, rolled herself in a blanket, and impersonated various sandwiches, including a hot dog and a grilled cheese sandwich, as well as something with mustard on it.