Hippity Hop

With all of our traveling and minds elsewhere, it really wasn't until Saturday night that I gave Easter some serious thought. With no menu in mind, no basket of goodies for Lola, and no real plans for the day, I decided that I would just wing it.

Wing it.

A phrase for the carefree and relaxed. Frequently used by the same group of people who casually say, "no worries," when you both reach for the last banana at the grocery store. Go ahead, they say, it's OK. They'll feed their kid an orange, or an apple, or a pear, they'll roll with it.

At that moment, when I decided to wing it, I should have stopped myself. I should have began a list. What would have been on that list? I don't know, but that's the sort of person I am. A LIST PERSON. I need lists, just like I need plans, just like I need, you know, to start HOLIDAY TRADITIONS WITH MY KID SO SHE DOESN'T GROW UP NOT KNOWING WHAT EASTER IS.

But did I start a list? No. Instead, I went to bed and when I woke up, I felt a bit out of sorts.


Being that this was Easter, I asked myself, What Would Martha Do?

And that's when I said, "That bitch would improvise." (Spoken internally of course, so my little sponge wouldn't hear me.)

And so the traditions began:

First, Lola and I made bunny pancakes from peanut butter banana batter. The first pancake ended up resembling a character from Watchman. (Note to self: if you are going to add chocolate chips to the batter, just add them, don't use them for eyes, mouth, etc.)




The subsequent pancakes were more successful.



Then, I opted to dress Lola in jeans and t-shirt rather than a spring dress. Unfortunately, we experienced rain clouds and gloomy skies all day long and, on top of it, Lola has bronchitis and was feeling rotten. I felt that her spring chick tee was a good substitute.

I attempted to get a photo of her with Mr. Bun Bun, the stuffed bunny that my parents sent her for last Easter.



She's grown quite a bit since last year.

This year, she received a flamingo, who we promptly named Antonio or Tony (for short). I picked the name, as I decided that I would like to use all the baby names that family members suggested for Lola, for her stuffed animals.



There you have it dad. Please meet, Tony the Flamingo.





Later, we engage in some Easter day crafting and made bunny ears for Archie. He refused to wear them. I was able to convince Lola to wear them for a few minutes, but unable to convince her to allow me to take a decent photograph.

Gizmo wore them for a few seconds as well.

And even Josh humored me.

After dinner (scalloped potatoes, roasted asparagus, and crostini topped with kale, white bean, and prosciutto), we dyed eggs and engaged in an indoor hunt.

All in all, I believe the day was a success. Maybe not for Martha, but for me.