Easter memories

Sunday, April 8, 2007 @ 7:17 pm
Filed under stuff n nonsense, those crazy kids

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Happy Easter to you all, lovely readers.

A few Easter memories:

* as a small child, me and my sister taking our Easter loot up the road to visit our neighbour friend and discovering that our few eggs were nothing compared to her massive haul - really, she had been given everything the Easter Bunny could carry and then some. We felt so ashamed and so jealous all at the same time. Thankfully, our parents cared about our teeth and health.

* as a young teenager, me and my sister and our cousin each receiving the biggest easter egg in the world (or so it seemed) from our Nanny Peg and Peter. My sister and I kept ours and gazed at it’s size and wonderfulness for a ll of a few minutes before getting stuck in and ours were gone within a day or two. Our cousin still hadn’t eaten hers days later when we went home and she kept it, uneaten, for months and months. We were so jealous.

* as a “young adult” going camping with some friends at Easter. We thought we were so clever filling our esky with ice before we left, to keep our Easter treats cold and nice until Easter Sunday. Unfortunately, we didn’t think to check on them in the meantime and when we woke up on the Sunday and triumphantly opened the esky, we found a wet and sloppy mess of melted ice and grey, waterlogged chocolate. Our camping friends opened their esky to reveal a lovely feast of Easter eggs - yes, they had filled their esky with dry ice. Lesson learned.

* many years ago, as a more mature adult, who perhaps should have known better… attending a very late into the night “firepit” family party at my parents’ house and drinking copious amounts of alcohol. It was an extremely funny night, as only getting drunk with your parents for one of the first times in your life can be. We were all having such a great time, singing, laughing, and drinking. Inevitably, my (now) husband and myself needed to get rid of some of this alcohol and I ran to the toilet to throw up. My husband was desperate too and couldn’t wait so he stood next to me and threw up in the bathtub. Ah, throwing up together, memories that a marriage is built on.

hmmm… I shouldn’t really finish on that story should I? Sorry about that!

* memories as a parent. Being woken way too early to the screams and shouts of delight - “The Easter Bunny came! Mum, Mum! Look!” Making little baskets from paper and glitter. Making bunny ear handbands for the kids and watching them jump, jump, jump all around the house. Making easter chocolates and dying eggs with the kids. Going on Easter egg hunts, carrying little baskets and helping little ones find the treasure. Hiding little eggs all around the house and waiting for them to be found throughout the day. Wiping little chocolately mouths and hands.

above: Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail and Peter little Wedgwood baby mug that was a present to Jack when he was a baby, and Little Peter Rabbit baby’s wrist cuff that my mum gave to me when I was pregnant with Jack. Sweetest memories.

Happy Easter!