Easter, A Recap

I was very excited for Easter this year.  This is the first holiday that Willow could actually participate in and understand, to an extent (my mom asked, "Did you get her an Easter basket?"  "No.  She doesn't eat candy."  "So the Easter Bunny visited everyone except her?"  "How exactly am I supposed to explain the concept of the Easter Bunny to a sixteen-month-old?") 

She could find Easter eggs.  That was good enough for me. 

Also, my sisters were here to visit!  After they left, Dave and I were talking about what a joy it is to be around people who are as crazy about Willow as we are.  She was comfortable with them almost instantly--comfortable to the point of refusing to go to bed--and was an absolute delight.

First she colored the eggs.

Then she splashed dye all over herself so that she looked like, quote Auntie Hannah, "Snookie with a bad fake tan job."  And then she took a bath.

Then she put on an Easter dress and headed into Central Park for a day of sunshine.

 She stood and admired buskers, and would have done that for longer (read, all day) had certain grownups not wanted to keep moving. 

She tipped the buskers, and didn't even steal a handful of money on the way out.



















She threw way more than three coins in the fountain in order for us to capture this shot.

She changed into a tutu because the grownups said "tutu?" and she squealed.  Then she found the eggs cunningly hidden in the middle of the floor and tossed them into the basket (crack!)














It was a perfect day.