Our neighbour across the street has an annually Ukranian Easter Egg decorating party on Good Friday. I'm so happy this is an annual event. This is definately an arena that takes some practicing. So much fun though. Not so much fun though when you burn yourself with melted black wax (ooooo, that would make such a cool girl band name - still brain storming on that one, Blande).
Ouch! That's gotta hurt! Little Princess got a big blob of hot love right on her little hand. It's like we're siameses twins sometimes, me and her. Especially at this party. My little cylon Klingon. That's okay. She was pretty bummed after that singe episode so she sulked on the couch and drowned her sorrows in her beer.
Speaking of Klingons, I heard some distressing news at the party. The alternative school we were leaning toward sending Edie to eventually is totally revamping their structure and location. Primarly it's the location that's the hugest turn-off for me. That and it will probably mean the classes will be starting at an insane hour. Like 8:00. Edie was up once before 8:00. And it was 7:45. Because it was Christmas morning. See what I mean? Now, we're going to look back into homeschooling again. If anyone can recommend some good books on the topic that would be great...
Easter morning came and Edie looked and looked in and around her Fairy House...
... looking, looking...
And finally she came across this strange object she's never seen before. What is it? - I asked her. I don't know. She says. I had to explain it was a chocolate easter bunny. Her first one obviously. She wants to eat the butt first. I'm an ear girl myself.
Edited to clarify Craig made the egg on the left and I the one on the right! We then settled in for a breakfast of blueberry buttermilk pancakes (buttermilk from our beloved butter lady) and sausage and flourished the table with our Ukranian/German/Hungarian/Peruvian eggs. The first flowers from Edie's garden were a pretty touch too. Anyone can tell us what kind these are? Is this a crocus among us?
And Mr Bunny also left her some Silly Putty and a beautiful giant hollow egg - like ostrich sized - painted with girly bunnies all over it and filled with treats such as a baby sleeping duck (Edie named her Kaloopa, but her nick name is Quacky Duck), modeling clay, worry dolls (Craig named them Choking Hazzards), and this nifty little paint brush that she was eager to test drive right away. Yes, those are her panties on her head. See why we're looking into homeschooling?
