We’re back—and I survived!!! Our first vacation without “little britches” went off without a hitch. Ken and I had a great time on our adult-only-vacation to Grand Cayman! Even better, we got a solid report (all A’s, I might add) for Little Miss Ava from the Grandparents. She behaved very well—and kept them very busy.
We missed her tremendously and each time her name came up we got a little sentimental. We didn’t let it get us down, though. We had a great time enjoying one another’s uninterrupted company, for the first time in nearly 2 years. It was nice to get away and do nothing. But trust me when I say, we were ready to get home to our baby.
As the week drew to a close, we started getting excited to see her. We were able to speak to my Mom a few times and hear her laughing and carrying-on in the background, thanks to the hooting and hollering of my stepdad. Apparently, she learned to say “Ah-CHOO!” and “tomato” while we were gone. I’m actually surprised my Mom didn’t have Ava vacuuming and folding laundry by our return--she is crafty at teaching little ones, that Mom of mine.
We are heading back home today to Clarendon Hills and will be happy to be back in our own surroundings. Dorothy knew what she was talking about when she said, "There's no place like home".
This weekend is Easter Sunday, and unfortunately, we missed the Clarendon Hills Park District Easter Egg Hunt last Saturday, due to our being out of town. Lucky for us, the Katherine Legge Memorial Park and Lodge is hosting a "Bunny Breakfast" this Saturday (April 23) from 9-10:15 AM. The event includes a continental breakfast, followed by an Easter egg hunt for the kiddos. I want her to get into the Easter spirit—and help her beat out the other kids at finding the oh-so-special-golden-egg! Me?? Competitive?? Perhaps! So we might hop by for that.
Otherwise, I suppose if we could forego the Bunny Breakfast, and have our own little Easter Egg Hunt in the backyard. I did buy 2 PAAS kits; now I just need to hunt down a few dozen eggs. This will be my first year dyeing eggs as a Mom; last year she was a bit too young. I am already anticipating looking at tiny green fingers for the next few months. And as for the hunt, it will be a race between the dogs and I, to see how fast I can hide them and how fast they can gobble them up. And I can't forget the advice from my Mom, "Don't forget where you hide those eggs!". Apparently, when we were kids, she got to go on her own little hunt for the eggs that were way past their due date, sniffing them out in order to find them. Last one out is a rotten egg must have taken on a whole new meaning!
And there is always the option to take her to visit the Easter Bunny at a local mall—which I never really understood. It's not like Christmas where she's telling the Bunny what she wants and convincing him that she's been a good girl. Seems a bit silly to me. Plus with that huge bunny head and scuzzy bunny costume, it might scar her for life!