I think I can officially declare this Easter as the first holiday that Maison had truly "gotten it". Sparky & I explained to her the night before that the Easter Bunny would come while she was asleep and bring her a basket of goodies. The next morning she came in our room and we told her the Easter Bunny had come in the middle of the night. Her eyes grew wide and she said "Easa Bunny bing me a bassett!", jumped off the bed and ran toward the living room. She was very excited to see the basket and laughed hysterically as she pulled each item out. It was a much different reaction than we had at Christmas. She was thrilled to see what Santa brought her, but I never felt like she realized the gifts under the tree were from Santa Claus. Not to mention that she was thoroughly confused over BeBe, Poppa J, Bubbie, Rach and Maw Maw all in their PJ's sitting in a semi-circle watching her first thing in the morning...
Now, the Easter Bunny is my new favorite friend. I want her to eat, I tell her the Easter Bunny wants her to eat her food. I want her to sleep, she goes night night for the Easter Bunny. She acts up, I tell her I am going to call the Easter Bunny. That rabbit is my new hero. Last night, she was in a foul mood and kept throwing things in the house. So I broke out the big guns and threatened to call the Easter Bunny while he was vacationing with Santa Claus... As she was drifting off to sleep, she said, "Easa Bunny no come tonight!" I replied, "That's right baby, he and Santa are sitting on the beach in Mexico resting up for next year!" She shook her head yes in reply and faded off to Dreamland... Sorry, Cinderella, but you have been knocked off your pedestal for the time being!
On a more serious note regarding the true meaning of Easter, she seemed to "get" that too. We went to church that morning. Scott and his mother, Martha, sat in front of us and BeBe and Poppa J were right behind us. Maison went to the front for children's church and although I went with her and we sat in the front pew, she did not cry and listened intently to the preacher. When he finished reading this book (which I thought was awesome and will make sure my fave rabbit remembers to put it in next year's basket) she even went to the front to accept the coloring page he offered her. After we went back to our seats, the sermon started and I must admit, I was not listening intently because I was too busy making sure she did not spill the baggie of Cheerios we brought with us to appease her during the service. The preacher's voice was kind of like Charlie Brown's teacher to me... "waaa waa wa John the Baptist wa waa wa waa"... and Maison looks at me and says "John, Mommy!" So that snapped my attention back to the sermon because I realized if she could eat Cheerios and hear the minister at 2 years old, I should be able to keep her from spilling them and listen as well. The sermon went on to describe the scene when Peter found Mary Magdalene weeping at the empty tomb of Jesus. When Robbie said Peter's name, that innocent little child said "Peter, Mommy!" I was amazed. Then he started talking about Mary Magdalene weeping at the tomb and she looked at me and said "Her crying." At this point Uncle Scott turned around a looked at me with a look that said "Maw Maw is right, she really is a genius!" Later that morning, we called Bella (my mom) to wish her a Happy Easter and Maison told her all about church and even said, "Shesus (Jesus) coming." I guess she really did understand the minister saying He came back from the dead for us. Sometimes it truly amazes me at what she picks up on.
Now, the Easter Bunny is my new favorite friend. I want her to eat, I tell her the Easter Bunny wants her to eat her food. I want her to sleep, she goes night night for the Easter Bunny. She acts up, I tell her I am going to call the Easter Bunny. That rabbit is my new hero. Last night, she was in a foul mood and kept throwing things in the house. So I broke out the big guns and threatened to call the Easter Bunny while he was vacationing with Santa Claus... As she was drifting off to sleep, she said, "Easa Bunny no come tonight!" I replied, "That's right baby, he and Santa are sitting on the beach in Mexico resting up for next year!" She shook her head yes in reply and faded off to Dreamland... Sorry, Cinderella, but you have been knocked off your pedestal for the time being!
On a more serious note regarding the true meaning of Easter, she seemed to "get" that too. We went to church that morning. Scott and his mother, Martha, sat in front of us and BeBe and Poppa J were right behind us. Maison went to the front for children's church and although I went with her and we sat in the front pew, she did not cry and listened intently to the preacher. When he finished reading this book (which I thought was awesome and will make sure my fave rabbit remembers to put it in next year's basket) she even went to the front to accept the coloring page he offered her. After we went back to our seats, the sermon started and I must admit, I was not listening intently because I was too busy making sure she did not spill the baggie of Cheerios we brought with us to appease her during the service. The preacher's voice was kind of like Charlie Brown's teacher to me... "waaa waa wa John the Baptist wa waa wa waa"... and Maison looks at me and says "John, Mommy!" So that snapped my attention back to the sermon because I realized if she could eat Cheerios and hear the minister at 2 years old, I should be able to keep her from spilling them and listen as well. The sermon went on to describe the scene when Peter found Mary Magdalene weeping at the empty tomb of Jesus. When Robbie said Peter's name, that innocent little child said "Peter, Mommy!" I was amazed. Then he started talking about Mary Magdalene weeping at the tomb and she looked at me and said "Her crying." At this point Uncle Scott turned around a looked at me with a look that said "Maw Maw is right, she really is a genius!" Later that morning, we called Bella (my mom) to wish her a Happy Easter and Maison told her all about church and even said, "Shesus (Jesus) coming." I guess she really did understand the minister saying He came back from the dead for us. Sometimes it truly amazes me at what she picks up on.
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