Easter Bunny

This morning, as Andrew and I excitedly announced to Lucia that we had to go out to the living room to see what the Easter Bunny brought, it occurred to me that we may as well have told her the Green Bowl, or the Happy Goldfish, had delivered gifts. Lucia has never seen a picture of the Easter Bunny, and I’d never mentioned the Easter Bunny before this morning. It was complete gibberish. What does the Easter Bunny look like, anyway? I have a picture in my head that must have come from a children’s book—a man-sized rabbit wearing a blue coat and bowtie, pretty frightening if you think about it—but as of right now Lucia has no frame of reference. For next year, some Easter Bunny books must be procured.

Anyway, this was the first time we’d really done anything with mysteriously delivered gifts. She’s been too little to really understand the past two Christmases, and last year we went through Easter without even one plastic egg entering our house. But this year, because I had so much spare time with Andrew in Australia and my trying to write a novel in two months, I created a lovely little Easter basket for Lucia chock-full of eggs that were themselves full of small toys. She also was given a new koala stuffed animal from Australia, and some plush Peeps (I may just steal these for myself, they’re so cute) and books and a new reading chair from Grandma and Papa.

She seemed very excited about opening up all the eggs, squealing each time we removed one half and revealed the toy inside. She actually didn’t seem all that interested in the toys themselves and instead just wanted to keep opening the eggs. Andrew made pancakes and it was a lovely Easter morning.