And so that Easter weekend has come and gone, so fast as if it has already been a month that has passed since. At least that is what my brain is telling me. And I would totally believe it, if it weren’t for those subtle yet familiar feelings that I normally have post holiday festivities. The ones that make my body wanna slump over and curl up into a lazy ball on the couch, (like I’ve just ran a marathon whilst simultaneously also just worked on a cure for some heavy disease). But it’s one that also leaves me buzzing and on a slight high of what a good time that was. Like, fist pumps and sports guy chest bumps all round, Mikey! We did it! Smiles and love were spread like wild fire, traditions were honoured (mostly), and more memories made and sealed for future dipping in and reminiscing sauce!
It was Yuriko-Mae’s first Easter too. So, yes! It was a good one, indeed!
Although, it must be said, that I was reminded of how warped my concept of time can get, and how equally warped my grasp of what my energy levels still are. I’ve long passed my bullet proof twenties. And unfortunately not kept up my health investments in my body through my thirties, and now with 40 throwing out that welcoming mat, Im scrambling to make up for it all – cause it’s never too late, yo! But whilst I deal with that deficit, Im making peace with the current situation. So Im not all go, go, go like I used to be, and push through the tiredness. Which in motherhood terms that means, I go to sleep with a downstairs still half trashed, dirty dishes still hidden in the scullery, with the Easter table not yet set as planned (cause Im telling myself there’ll be time tomorrow and sleep is more important right now), and that the traditional egg craft station is the furthest thing from being setup. These all seem like the right decisions to make at night, when you can barely keep your eyes open.
But come Easter morning, when your kids are too excited to sleep in (baby included), the realization of it not working out as well, comes crashing in real fast. But at least we hid the baskets, right? Sans bunny paw prints, though. Oops. But nothing quick thinking Dad couldn’t cover up: “it was a bit cold this year, so he wore shoes, and left no prints”. (even though Easter this year, was distinctly warmer than all past years. The kids say nothing. Moving on.) Also, because I was so tired, I also moved at the pace of swimming upstream in a river of peanut butter, and thus ran out of time to do our (highly) traditional egg decorating. I also managed to screw plan B (lets do it with cousins at grandma’s), by forgetting all the supplies at home. So many of my beloved traditions were falling through the cracks this year – all because I couldn’t get my brain into gear.
Mannnn, I know I’ve said it before, that three kids really aint so bad. (And maybe Yuriko being such a sweetheart has a lot to do with this being my personal experience.) But when big days like Easter roll around, this where I honestly feel it. Energy and time struggles aside, this is where having three kids gets real for me. Where my brain feels like it’s been sandpapered, and there’s so much that’s just not going smoothly, and how will I ever “do it all” ever again.
But you know what – and cue silver lining music- there was so much that DID go right too. And that’s where the good stuff lie. The stuff that matters.
Some of my fave good time moments here:
I have the same pic of them coming down the stairs of so many years. Same pic, but so different evey year. Love it. Love the changes.
The hunt, that they do…sometimes hand in hand.
Seeing these three and their baskets…heart melts.
Especially with the littlest bunny right in the mix like she’s been doing it for years, even though its her first.
That morning light.
That bunny bum…
All three my bunnies (and dog).
Love the pic so much, I almost don’t even care about my dirty glass doors. Almost.
Also, if you look carefully at the combined shadow of Yuriko-Mae and Whiskey, you’d see the actual real Easter Bunny… Or a were-bunny, depending on how warped you are…
Oh, man, my sister-girls…(kasploosh goes my heart!)
I watched this one sneak off to find the source of the beats that dad put on…She loves JK (just like her Morgy sister)…She crawled and bounced, crawled and bounced her way to the lounge, where she eventually just parked off in front of the telly and just bounced, eyes fixated on JK’s moves…yet another dancer in our team! 🙂
The fact that my DIY greenery centerpiece truly is so flipping quick n easy that I set it up in no time with a baby crawling around my feet. Granted Morgy preferred the regular kitchen crockery, flatware and tablemats to that which I had planned, but the girl was owning her task with such pride, I didn’t have the heart to tell her she used the wrong sets.
Also, madam finally did her maiden voyage in the baby chair. Au revoir, Bumbo! Shorty over here is moving up in the chair stakes.
I was also such a sucker that I made bunny pancakes. Or if you’re british: griddle cakes. Complete with face and everything.
Oh, and there was plenty of tucking into the cookies that we baked and the kids iced in the past two weeks.
Before we left, I tried a quick stab at a family photo…this was the best we could do.
It’ll have to do. At least most of us are looking at the camera. Maybe next time I should try some makeup too. But my smile speaks a thousand words of these people in my life. Four legged ones included.
Lunch at moms is always a colourful affair, with everyone bringing what they like to the table.
Granted, it was a bit empty around the table this year – not all of us were there. But still lively, as usual.
The egg hunt was still good, although, the drought really did a number on my moms garden. What used to be an oasis of lush grass, vegetables and flowers everywhere, is now but a sandy landscape. At least the trees held their own.
I of course, being the complete sucker, thought I’d take a second try at trying to capture all three my girls in their gingham glory. But after no naps, sugar rushes of note, and all bows already ripped out and no one interested in looking at the camera, this was it. And I like it. It’s real and honest.
Coco never did sleep at my moms (I think cause we didnt use her sleep sack which is might actually be her sleep buddy), and spent the day and night chatting at the top of her voice to everyone and no one. Also practicing her new skill: air zerbets. She’s getting real good. Some good airtime in her spittle. She has also cottoned onto my niece, Laura-Laine, apparently theres a nice connection there.
As usual the cousins all played well, despite all the huge age variances. Siblings caught up nicely. And we all got to bask in the love and warmth of our dearest mother. She’s our favourite.
ALso, there was one moment during the bustle of the day, as I reached into my mom’s cupbard for coffee, a deep warm feeling of familiarity flooded my being. Me reaching into this cupboard of my mother’s, as I have for so many years as a child inthis house, hearing the usual buzz of all my family talking and laughing inside. And how, even though it was something so everyday, so familiar, so normal…it has filled me with happiness every single time I noted it -whether consciously or subconsciously, it makes great joy bubble up within me. It happened again in that moment of me reaching for the coffee. And, almost surreptitiously, at that very moment, Mike walked in and I felt even greater joy – like the stupid kind that spills over from your eyes. I looked at this man that I’m so inlove with, and felt utter gratitude and appreciation that I get to share this world of mine with him. This little slice of joy, being my family, I get to split myself open and share this big love of and for my family with him. And more than that he is now a part of it. fully consumed. he is part of this loved and be loved ebb and flow of my family. My loud, bustling, complex, big and oh so very real family.
And if we play our cards right, we may just get it right and pass the good stuff all down to the next generation. Work in progress…
So at the end of the day, we could all kiss each other good night, tanks filled with that unspoken good stuff we as siblings and children are all so keenly aware of, and welcome each time we get together.
As for the Easter bunny?
Smashed! ALl that joy and love spreading? And chatting and crawling and cruising? (yes, she’s cruising already) Would leave anyone smashed. Mommy also smashed out, but just not as cutely as her 😉
Hope yours was most blessed too! X
ps. because we are die hards about tradition, and my kids make sure I stick to my word, eggs were still decorated…a day later. 🙂
My little funny bunny..aka nutter…
Also here are a few scenes from Good Friday. (These may make more sense if you caught my instastories that day!. pps. my Instagram handle is traxgport