My mom, Daxon and myself made the 2.5 hour trek up to my aunt and uncles lakeside place in the north to partake in the annual Easter Egg Hunt & Decorating festivities. Here is last year’s account - FYI.
The Easter Egg hunt this year was extra fun. There was no snow (unlike last year) and so there were lots more cool nooks and crannies to hide the eggs. These eggs are not just “eggs”. They aren’t chocolate eggs either. They are plastic eggs filled with all different prizes and candy. Some are big, some small. All scattered everywhere outside and some even in the neighbour’s yard.
Daxon truly lived up to one of his several nicknames. Raptor-Boy was not created because of his father’s plutonic man-love for the Toronto Raptors, but because Daxon’s ability to seek and dismantle things faster than you can say “Pacers Play Perfect Penis Pickle Pop”. Daxon was quick to spot, scoop and dissect the wondrous egg shaped vessels of unknown stuff.
We spent much of the time outside as it was a beautiful day. Daxon’s mission this year was to run around and see how many times he could yell “Its springtime! Its springtime!” before the sun went down. He paused momentarily to color an egg or two...
...and he took breaks from coloring and being elbow deep in a bin of empty egg containers to shove whole strawberries half the size of his head into his mouth.
Easter Mouth Time Line
Dax was cool exploring every rock and tree on his own and listening to birds. He even got a chance to hang out with some ducks swimming in the neighbour’s pond sized puddles. He did make time to mingle with his cousins. In fact, he was completely convinced one of them was the Easter Bunny since she was wearing bunny ears. He would nearly explode in excitement when he caught sight of her.
After dinner was the “witching hour”. When all the day’s excitement and sugar comes to a head. Suddenly, I was no longer watching children frolic and play, I was witnessing what it would be like if 25 manic bipolar elves with Tourettes Syndrome did a few lines of coke and chased it down with a shot of absinthe. It was absolutely hilarious to watch.
Fortunately for me, Daxon was just tired. He was well fed so he was actually pretty mellow. Tired we can handle, but it’s the toxic mix of tired and hungry that he…well, we won’t get into that now. *shift* *ahem*
I also had the fact that he doesn’t insist on gorging himself with candy yet on my side. This is a factor I can quite happily live without for the time being. Sure he had a few treats and had a slight sugar stone going on, but he wasn’t seen cramming handfuls of sugar coated sugar lumps down his gullet.
Further on my side was that Daxon for the most part loves to do his own thing and doesn’t insist on being right in the middle of what all the other kids are doing and getting caught in the whirlpool of whining and over-sensitive quarrelling that happens at the end of a sugar charged day.
He gave out lots of hugs when he wasn’t too busy admiring the engine on a driving lawn mower. I mean, who wants to play stupid “chase” when there are vehicles to take joy rides on. Oy.
The ride that was far from joyful was the ride home. By the time we were loading up into the car, all of us were in the “I just want to get home” zone. Too bad for us we had to first endure the 2.5 hour trip home. Of course at that time we didn’t know that the ride home was going to really be 3.5 hours what with all the fog causing us to take a wrong exit and forcing us on an unexpected detour of inconvenience peppered with having to suddenly pull over numerous times due to a certain someone with “poop” issues. This individual already finds pooping about as easy as giving birth, so for him to poop sitting in the car seat is like asking someone to give birth with their crotch glued to a chair. However once out of the car seat he would stop himself from his task. I mean, who wants to poop when there is a steering wheel and a gear shift to operate?
Sometimes radio programming can just add insult to injury when you're in the foggy midst of the never ending trip home. Listening to Tom Cochrane screeching “Life Is A Highway” during a nerve racking night-time journey on the highway in thick fog is like sliding down a razor blade and landing in a pool of iodine. Hearing the lyric “I wanna drive it all night long” is just rolling around in salt.
Anyway to draw this long story short to an end, we finally got home, I fell into bed and got to sleep in this morning.
After Dax finds all his goodies tomorrow, we are headed out to Aunt Winda and Uncle Wichard’s for Easter dinner with Nannie.
The End.
Have a good Easter everyone.
Happy Easter to the Reid family!! :)
xo
Posted by: JC Less Pennies | April 16, 2006 at 08:45 AM
You crack me up!! The yearly Easter mouth is a kick! I bet it will be a chocolate bunny next year ;-)
Posted by: Karen | April 17, 2006 at 03:06 PM
My kids are all too old to do any more egg hunting. Fun while it lasted, but now I'm sorta glad that we're done in that department.
Posted by: wordgirl | April 19, 2006 at 08:31 PM