(UPDATE: SCHOOL BUS! SCHOOL BUS! Noah screamed with joy at the sight of it this morning and then tried to hug the doors. He also went to his afternoon program yesterday and had a terrific first day back, even though they MOVED FURNITURE AROUND and CHANGED CIRCLE TIME and MADE NEW PICTURE SCHEDULES for all the kids. If you've read along for any length of time you'll know it's a damned Easter Miracle that Noah didn't have a major conniption over these changes, but instead was all, "Eh, I'm just happy to be here, you guys.")
(Also! I know! His shoes. He has big feet. I saved every pair of shoes from his babyhood and STILL don't have any proper hand-me-downs for Ezra yet because apparently Noah was still wearing soft-soled BABY BOOTIES when his feet were Ezra's size.)
Also also! Hey! Remember when Easter happened? No? Well, it did. And I took pictures. Then I forgot about them. Here they are. You are welcome.
Things I forgot to do: 1) Make the earth-friendly Easter basket grass stuff out of recyclable materials; used annoying and likely toxic silver glitter stuff left over from Christmas instead, and 2) Explain Easter to the children ahead of time; simply handed them a basket of Matchbox cars and a chocolate bunny all, "Surprise! Now go outside and find some plastic eggs for some reason that even I'm not entirely clear about." instead.
Despite hiding the eggs in obvious, easy-to-find places, Ezra seemed convinced that we'd buried them, or at least that was his excuse for shoving his hands deep in the dirt every chance he got. His dapper Easter-y blue polo shirt did not make it until breakfast.
Noah is very much an instant-gratification kid, as he was ready to call it a day after two or three eggs because he wanted the candy and didn't care that he would get MORE CANDY if he stayed on task and found the full dozen or so eggs hidden around the yard, full of rapidly-melting Kisses and peanut-butter eggs.
I probably got a little pushy, but I really wanted those peanut-butter eggs.
Sneaking a peek in his hideout.
"Chocolate chips." His most favorite thing in the world that I never give him because I am mean and withholding and have no self-control around a bag of them.
Ezra makes a discovery.
Ezra gets his discovery totally ganked by his coworker. AS USUAL.
It puts the preshusss in the basket...
Wait. Seriously. WTF.
Weirdly skeptical about his first Chocolate Chip. Well, it's not quite as tasty as that chunk of mulch you dug out of my mouth a few minutes ago, but it's okay I guess...
And that concludes our Easter of Vague Excitement and Profound Befuddlement. Later, we bribed Noah into eating some bites of a hamburger in exchange for Easter candy, just as the Lord intended, the end.