Every time this photo comes through my Facebook memories, I admire the clothing and the youth of my maternal grandparents, showing off their Easter garb in 1930. I’m fairly certain that Nana, a devout Catholic, was dragging grandpa off to church; there was no place he would rather be LESS! Then I wonder why, as a non-church goer, I tend to celebrate Easter. Some years I haven’t but with the small grandsons, I made cards and prepared some Easter treat bags–not all candy, but also a stuffed rabbit (Anders) and some Hot Wheels (Sharky and Obro) Ian won’t get any goodies this year except a card to mark his first Easter. At his age, he won’t notice.
Thursdays Anders has his gymnastics class, so I take care of Ian. Like most babies, he’s mercurial: one minute smiling happily, the next fussing for a bottle, not long after that, conking out on my shoulder. I find babies fascinating. I talk to them almost as I would an adult, telling them stories, asking them questions, making admiring comments about their beauty. Who knows how much they understand? When I get a cooing response back or smiles, I treat that as communication: I like you, I’m comfortable, I’m happy. We have conversations, perhaps a bit one-sided but lovely nonetheless.
With a sleeping Ian on me, I couldn’t chase Carol off the fuzzy bunting although I hissed at her (cat talk) and said her name in a threatening tone. Can you see how smug she is?
I still have a paltry number of blooming tulips, but that could change soon.
This forecast is bound to activate some flowers, right? I’m certainly not complaining although I will need to hook up my hoses for watering and switch over to short sleeved shirts. Welcome, Spring!
After debating making frosted sugar cookies for my Easter Egg hunt, I took the easy way out and bought two different varieties of desserts, not that any of us need them. I also did a little house cleaning with the major tasks (lawn mowing again and vacuuming) happening this weekend.
Mari has no idea what’s in store for her Sunday with those little boys running around and making lots of noise. She’s not a holiday type at all. 🙂 On the other hand, I use every reason possible to celebrate and to spend the day with my family. ❤️
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