Easter FAIL

... As continued from my previous post, we had a very eventful couple of months leading up to Easter, and an even more "exciting" weekend prior to Easter morning.

Our adjusted plans included Easter egg dying in the morning followed by a quick Easter Egg hunt immediately after in Adam's new Easter clothes, followed by lunch and then a nap. Despite the chaos of the evening prior, we were convinced that after getting plenty of sleep Saturday night that Adam would be ready to take on the day Sunday morning for these fun events.

We tried to get him interested in his Easter baskets, which didn't work out. He wanted fruit snacks for breakfast, and refused to eat a real breakfast... opened up a couple of trinkets, and abandoned the baskets altogether.

So in his play clothes, we started the Easter egg coloring process. At first he wasn't all that interested, but quickly he figured out that it was really pretty fun, and enjoyed himself. Despite spilling a whole cup of blue die on the counter and floor, he did pretty well considering his age and his affinity for chaos in general. I was hopeful when we got some of the great pictures below and had such a success with Phase 1 of Easter Sunday, that I had no doubt the day would continue at least close to how I had planned.

Okay, I don't get it... we stick the eggs in and then we WAIT?! Boring...

In deep concentration

Okay, come out, Egg.

Let's try blue...

Putting it on the "spoon" like Mom does.

I got it, just a second...

 

See? I can do it.

Look at this crazy spoon!

Screw it, hands are easier.

This is fun!

Let's try yellow, my favorite.

Mom!

The yellow egg met it's demise shortly after that last picture, when Adam's quick two year old temper got the best of him and he smashed it on the counter. He got to see the inside of the egg, and from that moment on smashing was WAY more fun than coloring.

Putting away his naked egg.

After smashing became the name of the game, we could see that he was fading even though nap time was a good two hours away. So we made a quick dash to bathe him and put on his new Easter clothes so we could sneak in a quick 10-15 minute Easter egg hunt before abandoning any other plans. Mamie and Grandpa even "hid" the eggs. I was hopeful that handing him his favorite Tweetie Bird basket and sending him out in a yard full of colorful eggs full of candy would revive his fervor for the day... but it did not.

He collapsed. He was done. He wanted to go HOME. He wanted to sleep, NOW, and in his bed. He didn't make it more than one or two steps toward the backyard before he lost it and we abandoned all hopes that an Easter egg hunt would occur that morning. He cried, hysterically, until Dad had packed up everything we needed and we walked out to the front. When he saw Shannon's truck, the tears disappeared immediately and he smiled and pointed... FINALLY we were going to do what he told us to do. (He lost it again when he realized that I had to drive my car and he was going with Dad).

We vowed to go home, shower, nap, and come back for dinner instead of lunch and to finish the Easter egg hunt. When we got to our house he was so passed out that he hardly moved, and then napped for at least 3 hours. When he woke up, it was pouring rain.

We got him a good lunch, which he inhaled, and made our way back to Mamie and Grandpa's house. Chris had to leave to go back to Kansas because he needed to work the next day, so we missed him. Despite my own nap, I was sore, exhausted, and grumpy. Mamie seemed pretty exhausted herself, and while Adam was much more cheerful and ready to interact, the rain had pretty much destroyed any chances for backyard pictures or an Easter egg hunt. The eggs were soaked, and I'm pretty sure they don't make waterproof plastic eggs intended to protect the jelly beans inside. Robin came over, we ate some ham, potato salad, beans and deviled eggs, looked in our Easter baskets, and went home.

When we got home, Adam was running a fever and was miserable, because he had the flu. Monday evening, I came down with it. By Thursday, Shannon had it too.

Future Adam, when you read this... this will explain why there are no Easter pictures from 2012 of you in your cute little white polo and plaid shorts with your K Swiss sneakers, because I'm sure you were wondering. You sure did look cute though, in the smiles we got between all the tears.

And thus explains our Easter FAIL.