Baby Boy and I are preparing to leave for a very long stay in Ischia, Italy, home of my ancestors and my husband. So, Easter is the last holiday we’re going to be spending with our American loved ones for some time. We are probably going to miss some of our favorite occasions, including Halloween and Thanksgiving. After all, the Italians think of them as Oct. 31 and any ol’ Thursday. I’m crying just thinking about it.
So, it was important to savor every moment of our Easter celebration. It started with our annual cookie decorating and egg dying party at my mom’s house (see photo above). We invited so many people this year that we didn’t fit into our house, and my mom who started this time-honored feast back when her great nieces and nephews were toddlers, hopped to party planning and cookie baking.
Although my niece (far left) and Baby Boy (far right) look like they are happily painting their egg-shaped cookies with icing, they were just faking. They mostly just ate their art (sometimes right off the paint brush). We later had to hide the cookies and icing from them. Sneaky, sneaky grown ups!
On Easter morning, Baby Boy found a lovely basket of goodies – and more – from the Easter bunny. His treats included a big picture book of his favorite Jake and the Neverland Pirates, bunny ears, a Peter Pan T-shirt, and a fishing rod for the tub. Some books and bubbles, purchased from local dollar stores, which are the bunny’s best friend, rounded out the offerings.
Lucky for Baby Boy, the Easter Bunny left us a batch of yummy pancakes, which Papa’ brilliantly smothered in nutella and whipped cream. Of course, Baby Boy needed two forks to inhale this delectable breakfast.
Post-pancakes Baby Boy was up to his usual mischief at Nonna’s Easter party.
Silly Baby Boy got himself stuck in the basket that Nonna uses to corral books for the grandkids. But I, his mamma, prefer to think that this is what the Easter Bunny left for me – his sweet self in a basket. There is, after all, no better gift. And it was a happy Easter for all.