Easter Maze

I think the Bunny needs to hold off on bringing sugary treats this year. I’ve been sugar free for two weeks now and I’m not sure I could stand the temptation. The Beastlings have never gotten a lot of candy at holidays anyway, but I’m not willing to push my luck right now.

I do think everyone should have a chocolate rabbit in their basket, but it doesn’t have to be a big one. I’ll get a good quality chocolate one rather than the cheaper massive ones they sell. That cheap “chocolate” is full of partially hydrogenated nastiness anyway.

And then they will get some trinkets, a book or two, maybe some non-candy snacks, some play-doh toys and matchbox cars, and that will be it. I won’t be tempted to eat the play-doh, at least.

And they will get plenty candy from their school egg hunts. I suggested that the classes fill the eggs with stickers and things other than sweets but that went over like a lead balloon. I should have expected that, but it was worth a try.

I could really go for a Cadbury Creme Egg right now. Or three.

Or five.

Here’s a maze to keep the little’uns busy. Click and enlarge.

P.S. Here’s a very interesting (and somewhat disturbing) article on High Fructose Corn Syrup everyone should read.

PPS.  This entry was originally published on March 24, 2009.  I have since discovered that Cadbury Creme Eggs contain HFCS and am in mourning.  I republished because this because it is one of the most continually popular blog posts on here because of the maze.  Also, I just love that colorful egg graphic.

Dear Mr. Rabbit:

The six year old wants to write to the Easter Bunny with his list of…requests? Demands? I wasn’t aware that the Easter Bunny took requests. And truthfully, I’m not sure he will, though I have it on good authority that if the boy were to ask for a couple more Magic Treehouse books, he’d be happy with the result.

So he tells me “Easter Bunny lives in California.” Really, now? I did not know that. Furthermore, I do not know how he knows that.

Luckily I have a friend in California who, as it turns out, lives right next to the Easter Bunny. Quite fortuitous, really. She graciously suggested that we mail the letter to her ten year old son who will personally run it over to the rabbit hole and she’d even make sure Mr. Bunny mails a response back. How awesome is that?

At bedtime tonight I told the boys I’d look for the proper address on the computer. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I tell him I found it….you just can’t buy that kind of magic.

I’ve Been Redecorating

I took down the Easter eggs. They sure were nice while the lasted, but I figure you all were tired of them, it no longer being Easter and all. I tried to spruce up the joint and if you know if any really cool widgets, this would be the place to suggest them. I’m all ears…and technologically…well, rather slow. But I do try.

And just for the record, I did do some Easter stuff with the kids, but it wasn’t really blog worthy. Well, it was kind of funny in an incredibly lame sort of way. I got some eggs to dye and then was too tired to dye them or cook them (I’ll blame this one someone who shall remain nameless waking approximately four hundred thousand times a night for a snack and a cuddle).

So, too tired to boil them (not a huge fan of hard boiled eggs in any event) I blew them out and gave the kids markers to pretty them up with, which they got bored with really fast, after destroying several of them. So I was forced to color the bulk of the surviving blown eggs myself, which secretly pleased me.

The plan was to make the ones with littlest holes into holiday decorations for the table and the ones that ended up with bigger holes into cascarones, but that was really too grand a scheme for my available energy level. The actual result was attractively markered eggs put to the side of the kitchen on a Dora paper plate on the counter and ignored and three very large meals worth of scrambled eggs. The eggs, which we rarely eat, were well worth the effort, however.

Protected: Happy Easter!

Hunt for Hunts

My quest this year is to find a big Easter egg hunt for the boys – they are at that perfect age where finding each egg is a magical experience for them.

Last year we missed all the hunts. I was some 15 months pregnant with Babybeast (or looked it, anyway) and wasn’t really into it. That and from my fuzzy recollection, I seem to think we had an overnight emergency of sorts the night before – barfing, perhaps? Regardless, we didn’t go and I still feel bad about it, so this year we are going to find one, rain or shine.

Most of the egg hunts here are conducted by big churches. I’m in Texas and like they say, people seem to do everything big here: hair, lawsuits, belt buckles, crazy, trucks, appetites, scandal, attitudes, and so on. Churches are no exception. Our family doesn’t attend church, so I’m not real keen on edging into someone’s religious holiday with our nonreligious empty Easter baskets held out like beggars. Doesn’t seem right.

On the other hand, many of the big churches send out postcards advertising their egg hunts as “Open to the Community.” I’m not entirely sure if this is meant as purely community outreach or community recruitment, but “open to the community” would seem to me to mean open to even empty Easter baskets owned by those who have no intention of ever returning, except possibly next year around the same time, with the same empty basket.

I found a Methodist church that’s just down the road (I have several Big Churches within a five minute drive) that says it’s Saturday Easter activities are open to the community and will feature an egg hunt, crafts, Easter bunny, and so on. Obviously “open to the community” means, “we hope to get you to join our church” but I also hope it means, “but we’re cool if you aren’t interested” and if so, that’s mighty nice of them.

I admit I’m a bit sensitive about these things since I attended a Very Big Baptist Church once during junior high school with a girlfriend I had stayed overnight with and the next week three church representatives showed up at my house to try to convert my Episcopalian family and weren’t keen on taking no for an answer. The lesson learned from that was to never, NEVER, under any circumstance, sign your name on the guest list.

Another option, of course, is to locate some sort of secular egg hunt, probably sponsored by local businesses and I’d go to one of those, providing I can locate one, which I have not yet. So technically, it’s not really an option until I can actually find one, is it? I’ll keep looking.

And I’m actually thinking of having my own egg hunt – inviting a few neighborhood kids to come over and look for eggs. The thing is, my back yard is really dull – mostly grass and not much of a challenge to egg finders, so I’m at a loss as to where to hold it. I suppose I could do it in the front yard….this is going to require some thought….hmm.

I’ll report back when I figure it all out. If you are in the area, feel free to send me your egg hunt recommendations.

Easter Coloring Pages

We went to the new playground to explore this morning and were promptly run off by a worker – it seems that it’s not quite done so no one is allowed on it yet. Something about safety and liability, blah blah blah. Funsuckers.
And then we went to the grocery store, but once there I discovered that I had left my credit cards and ID at home. I had the checkbook, but fat lot of good that does without a driver’s license. So we carefully spent the seven dollars I had with me and came home.
So they are coloring now. I found a stash of coloring pages at Activity Village you might want to check out. If you scroll to the bottom you can get to this page which links bazillions of coloring pages and appears to be regularly maintained.

Even if you don’t have children of crayoning age, you might print a few for yourself. If you are anything like me, you secretly like to have a go at coloring now and then.

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