the seven activities of easter

In the hopes of motivating myself to be more creative and attempt new, Easter-themed activities I have set my goals on completing seven projects. Day one and two are complete and I wish I could say how proud and fulfilling the work has been, but I'm working with a one and half year old and a three year old, with the design eye of, yes, a three year old.

Day one, Kate and I broke out the glue gun and set to decorating an oversized yellow egg. I didn't see it coming but she quickly turned our potentially festive egg into an old man with a strange receding hairline and wings. Best thing about him, he now sits proudly on our mantle. Oh, did I say best, I meant most heinous.

Day two, Elliott decided he wasn't into napping today so he had to be included in our scheduled bake off. Too little sleep, red cheeks that suggest teething pains and a lot of fresh air, meant one little boy who literally bawled at the completion of each step in our baking process. We were done with the rolling pin: bawled; completed cutting out the Easter eggs: screamed; took away his sparkled doughy eggs to be placed in the oven: WWIII. Sigh. That was only the start. Three and a half hours later he has gone to bed with swollen eyes and no dinner (not as punishment but necessity).

"Daddy, why does Mommy drink?"
"I don't know kids, maybe her blog holds a clue."

Oh beautiful, proud Kate, at least you had a wonderful time. You are so patient with your little brother.

This is what my kid looks like when he says cheese. So becoming.

Speaking of becoming...

Day one's activity. Note the half head of sparkle hair as seen in the mirror. Carolyn, my friend, I totally understand why you art directed your little boy for all those years... for the sake of your blog.

If you're counting and I know I am - five more projects to go. Oh, and tomorrow's involves paint. A favourite of all mothers.

Aimee & her Cab Sav