I’ve never been very good at holiday traditions, besides Christmas, and I’ll admit that I probably need an Easter For Dummies book.
It dawned on me last weekend that Easter is coming up and that I’d better go ahead and buy a few things, lest I end up cramming quarter rolls into plastic eggs at midnight Saturday. Actually the girls would probably love cold hard cash, but I’m already struggling to determine what the bounty will be for Miss C’s first lost tooth, which from the feel of things could happen any day. Actually wouldn’t it be a hoot if the Easter Bunny AND the Tooth Fairy both came this weekend? My, oh my. That would be a weekend to remember.
The hubby as a bunny in 1975. Just because I use any excuse possible to post it.
Somewhere in an alternate universe I have lovingly starched to crispness gingham pastel monogrammed basket liners that are unstained from chocolate bunnies and I come up with fabulous themed Easter baskets for the girls, like “Butterfly Fairy Garden” or “Budding Fashionista Rock Star.” In reality the theme is something like “Random Stuff My Mother Found For A Dollar.”
I do know one thing I get right. There will be Peeps. Oh yes there will.
What are some non-candy ideas for girls’ Easter baskets? I have plenty of candy but I am going to pick up some bubble bath for the girls and maybe some other girly spa type goodies, like lip gloss, and maybe a fun new kite. Don’t mention sidewalk chalk. Quite frankly I have some weird disdain for the stuff.