Easter is Confusing

Easter was a little, well, different for our family this year. Last night we tried to dye eggs with him. He picked up and egg, laughed like a maniac (he's always wanted to hold an egg!), ran into the kitchen and hurled it at the floor. Then he asked to watch a movie. So Daddy and Mommy dyed the eggs. Marshall choose 4:30 as an appropriate wake up time this morning and then crashed at 8. So, the Easter egg hunt was postponed until 12:30. We had to scatter (not hide . . . c'mon, he's only 2o months old!) the eggs in the basement because of the snow. Yes, snow. Here he is with his basket. Dad clued him in to this fun trick.
Every time he put a few eggs in the basket, he'd dump it. I think it was his favorite part. Unless it was the shaking. If the egg made lots of noise, he threw it on the floor and jelly beans would roll everywhere. Then he could suck on each one for a few seconds and then spit it on the floor. If the egg made no noise, he threw it as hard as he could on the floor so it would crack. If it made a little noise, sometimes he'd put it in the basket. That meant chocolate. And my boy LOVES chocolate.

Here he's examining the cracks on the edd he threw at the floor.

He's filling his Easter basket so he can dump it out.

Another cracked egg.

Grandma and Grandpa McDonald got him a picnic table for Easter. It makes a good dancing stage!

Opening plastic eggs and throwing stuff. He's a boy.

Rolling the eggs around on the floor. These are the strangest balls ever, mom. Someone squished them into this funny shape!

Dad! That is my helmet! Notice the lack of pants. He ate a bunch of chocolate and then took his pants off and ran around.

One more cheesey grin for the family back in Washington!

April 4, 2010