It’s a good thing The Perfect Grandson is so young, because he doesn’t know enough about the Easter Bunny and egg hunting anticipation to be disappointed this morning. Big storms are moving in and it looks like Easter is indoors today. The neighbor lady’s wind chimes are swinging fast right now and that’s never a good sign. Cross your fingers that it clears up by mid afternoon for at least one muddy hunt.
Next year, we’ll require perfect sunshine, a thousand colored eggs, and an Easter Bunny who hides goodies in the yard at dark-thirty to beat the boy to the hunt. This year, he’s sleeping in unaware.
Oh. And a big thank you to the mysterious E. Bunny who dropped off the touch-and-feel duckling book in our mailbox yesterday. I know who you are…
NOTE: If you’re into Peeps, the boys over at Poor Richard’s Almanac left a trail to this plethora of peepness.
No Telling 
I hate it when it rains on easter! Happy Easter, Monda. I hope your knees are better!
The Perfect Grandson is having a marvelous Easter despite the rain. With a basket full of plastic Spiderman eggs and an < HREF="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B000GQ0JO0/ref=dp_otherviews_1?ie=UTF8&s=toys-and-games&img=1" REL="nofollow">Easter Bunny Mr. Potato Head<>, how could it be bad?
We had the same problem with Easter, only in a sleeveless dress with a crinoline and white shoes! Fortunately, the church’s children’s programming person is wonderful and they had their egg-hunt inside. Without disappointing my six year old, who knows how an egg hunt is supposed to be. I am glad the perfect grandson had an acceptable Easter, though! I am sure the Spider-Man eggs had something to do with it, though. Those are magical.
Six year-olds are tough, especially when they have to hunt eggs indoors and their lovely dresses are meant for temps above 50 degrees. Yesterday was one cold Easter. Bless her heart.