This is a rather odd thing, but all the other kids are doing it so I will go along with it. This year I am mobile so I can take part. Maeve offered to "hold" my eggs for me. They warned me about this at the baby farm: beware of benevolent gestures by big sisters. I politely declined and used my own bag.
I'm off with my friend Maggie to hunt for Easter eggs. It was a successful day. This year I gathered and sorted out the insides later. Of course, next year I am moved up to the next age group where it is all about speed and agility.
A snuggle and books with Mom. Of course, I wasn't playing along. When are you people going to get this? Pictures on my terms.
Well, at least that was my internal dialogue. It really came out as grunting and pointing. But Uncle Bryan got the point, and I had an assembled toy.
All these people turned up at my house. They came by to help me celebrate my first birthday. I didn't quite live up to Maeve's first. They had to take her cupcake away from her. Me, not so much. Maybe if it had been chocolate.
