Easter. No, really, Easter

The Easter Bunny, with a little help from the grandparents, was very very good to Gwennie this year. (Please ignore the weird looking creature in the window - there were no glowy-eyed animals stalking my child that morning, it's just the light off the grill or something.)
Plus, I still love me some dollar store, folks - that's a Dragon Tales coloring book, which has displaced Elmo in the current Hit Parade of Gwendolyndom. (And whose sweet little lilt of a theme song will.not.get.out of my head. It starts up within seconds of waking, especially at 3 in the morning.)

Gwen also enjoyed the bunny family, especially when it came to eating them. For the record, she likes to start with the feet first. Daddy , on the other hand, goes straight for the ears.

Mommy just likes the fact that hers was dark chocolate.

I was a little concerned that I wouldn't wake up early enough to get all the eggs hidden outside, but I did just fine. Once Gwen chose her hip outfit,

the hunting began. This was definitely the best part for Gwen, at least until we got to the Senko's party.

There's one!








And another!















After a brief discussion about which dress to wear (Gwen loveslovesloves her pink poodle dress*, but I wanted something, you know, Eastery, even if she did need a shirt underneath) we went up to see Auntie Daphne and Uncle Mark and Jessie. They throw a huge Easter Egg hunt, with bills of various denominations tucked off in corners. Gwen had her own area to look in, but she also got help from the adults after Jessie and Alan had finished up. There was ham and potatoes and all the usual feasting going on, plus jelly beans and candy. Gwen was pretty thrilled with the whole day.
And that, my friends, concludes our coverage of Easter 2009! Stay tuned for more Gwennie news soon!
*Which is a little sad, because it is too short for her now. She's growing like crazy.
PS: This Blogger stuff is cool, but it still messes around with the spacing something fierce. Please know that this post made sense when I previewed it, but I'm tired of honking around trying to get things to line up. Sigh.

The Warrior Princess

Gwennie's still roaming around the house shouting, Let's find Easter eggs, Mama! SoI guess I'm not too terribly behind with the post. Even if it does cover most of the month.

But first, this news:

I was going to say, breaking news, but that was a little too close to the bone. Whoops! I went and did it anyway.

The remarkable Lady Gwendolyn busted her little arm this weekend, after jumping off her changing table (well, not leaping, but Jim had told her to stay put, and she decided she didn't want to, so it wasn't as if she slipped) on Friday night and then faceplanting on concrete Sunday afternoon. My beebee's first ER visit! Her mama is so proud (not!)

It's not really that bad an injury, since her bones are still so flexible. It's a fracture, rather than a snap-in-two break. Essentially, the bone on the side of her left wrist buckled when she landed on it the second time, which is very common in kids her age. There's a fiberglass splint underneath that wrap. She's hated up until today, when I actually want to take it off to give her filthy little body a bath. Now she won't let me near it.

The ER visit wasn't too bad, if you don't count all the crying, and the two parents holding the toddler down on the X-ray table, and the screaming when the toddler saw the doctor, and the forcefeeding of painkillers down her throat. That went on for a couple of days, actually. On the plus side, the painkillers make her loopy and very very happy. She's had a couple of sleepers sacrificed to the large lumpy appendage on her arm. Other than that, she just runs out of energy and cheerfulness more quickly than normal.

We'll get around to the actual Easter post soon....

My little toughie. She got that right after Tia Elvi told us how girly she is.