AM jelly beans
create the apocalypse
in wee one’s pampers
Just got back from spending the holiday weekend at my sister and her husband’s house. It was tres fun – lots of eating and muppet movie watching and egg dying. How can you beat that?
I will say that perhaps the Easter Bunny wasn’t thinking straight when he dropped off jelly beans, Superman PJ’s (complete with velcro cape) AND a 3 foot tall (ie "child size") shovel. An almost three year old running around the house, hopped up on jelly beans, and wielding a large shovel is more than most people can handle at 8 am on a Sunday morning.
And by "most people" I mean "everyone".
We escaped permanent damage, though, as did the house and the dog, so I think it’s safe to say we had a successful Easter Sunday.
I hope you all did, too.
Oh, and what is Easter without a bunny cake? The wee one helped with the decorating this year, so it has an awesome picasso-esque face.