Easter Sunday found Morgen refusing to wear the dress we picked out for her, and insisting on wearing pants and a tee-shirt to church (where she quickly lost interest in the music and headed straight to the nursery). Throwing caution to the wind, we invited some friends over for an Easter potluck dinner, and she ran and jumped and played with our guests, until it was time to say goodnight. This morning she woke up and asked about them - were they still here? Are there any more eggs? And instead of making the usual request to stay in her jammies all day, she then demanded to wear a new tee-shirt dress her friends brought from Spain just for her. Even more astounding, she followed that up with "I want two pony tails, Daddy," sat quietly while these were put in (by Mommy, since Daddy is still leery of anything involving more than a comb), and still had both in full swing when she left to go to school this morning. She seemed a little sad that the Easter Bunny had gone home, but perked up a bit when Gavin told her that he would come back next year.
(She's also decided that hard boiled eggs are much, much better to eat after they've been coloured brightly and hidden in your house by the Easter Bunny. Most of last night's potluck dinner was ignored in favour of "the blue one!" or "the pink one!" Exceptions included the cornchips, cupcakes and fruit...)
(Morgen kept shaking the eggs up over her head when she found them - I think she was testing to see if they were really eggs to eat, or toy egg shakers. Each time she found one, she was happier - it made me wish we'd hidden more than four.)
(Still no newborn, but a pile of promising eggs on the table. Note the special "Leona the Lion" egg in honour of Morgen's favourite stuffed animal.)
(Morgen decorating her Easter bucket about a week ago. This picture was taken at the beginning of what has become a daily ritual - the demand for stickers, and the attempt to smother her little bunnies with whatever other stickers are available. After we ran out of Easter stickers, I pulled out the leftover valentine stickers. Even though we tell her now that the stickers are "all gone," she still asks for more every day, pointing to her bucket and saying "I want to decorate it!")
