Since when has Easter been such ‘A Thing’? I know it’s been a thing for years and years and years, since Jesus, though the exact length of time escapes me as much like my good friend Charlotte says I was too busy thinking about boys to pay attention in RE. But it seems this year that Easter has exploded all over the internet. And not just over the internet, all over my mum and dad’s house. All over the town I live in. You couldn’t escape Easter this year… I blame Pinterest.
When I was a child I don’t remember Easter being much else than an excuse for a couple of weeks off school and a Smarties egg. This year we had a fancy lunch with my mum and dad, an egg hunt (including a BASKET that had been decorated with RIBBON and everything) and chocolate eggs. Not Cadbury’s or Nestle, but Thorntons. Special personalised Thorntons eggs with our names on. Special!
I’m totally down for our family’s new found participation in Easter. Any time we get to legitimately drink Prosecco at midday is good with me. As is the family time and the huge amounts of lovely food my dad cooks for such events. And Elfie, well, Elfie is in love with Easter. As her favourite game EVER is hide and seek she was thrilled at the prospect of having to ransack my parent’s house for eggs (I’m still a bit peeved that I didn’t have egg hunts at her age. They’ve promised me one of my very own next year).
What else has been going on? Elfie’s still asking to go back to Peppa Pig World about three times a day which is not annoying in the least… (ahem) and Hux has finally learned to sit up at the grand old age of 10 months. What can I say, we like lying down a bit too much. I continue to be baffled at the speed it takes for two such little people to a) mess up the house and b) generate dirty washing and so persevere with my battle on the front line of domesticity. I had a whole afternoon to myself yesterday whilst the kids went off to soft play with their Dad and Auntie Josie and I spent the time productively doing the one thing I didn’t need to do… re-designing my blog. Go me! There are a few buggy bits that need working out but I’m loving the clean look.
Is it me or is anyone else suspended in a kind of limbo at the moment? I feel like I can’t push on with life until Spring gets its arse in gear and makes a proper arrival. I’m wearing walking socks because my feet are painfully cold and it’s not right! This time last year I was wearing skirts (I’m eyeing my prickly legs in distaste right now) and eating beetroot salads outside in the garden. These kids need fresh air and Vitamin D!