Two Pink Plastic Eggs, One Pink Tutu, Not Z Impressed


Lucy placed the egg hunt.  If it’s pink, leave it for Z.  But we only have two pink eggs.  No matter, treasures inside were worth her effort.  Not sure if Z agrees.

She runs around in this tutu like it’s warm … but it’s not warm.  But let’s keep pretending it is warm.

Today is Easter.  The kids woke up early to find their secret Easter Yum via cryptic clues.  Clues written by a tired bunny chillin’ with her homeboy, sittin’ by the hot Mr. Green.  A bit of wine and the clues made their way to the livestock.  “Let them work hard for their chocolate!” says the Easter Bunny.


Chocolate was found.  Surprises were collected.  Easter egg hunt successful, but it was close.  ( Note to parents: hiding eggs in tufts of grass is a great idea until you have very many tufts of grass.   Then, top up your drink, keep searching and be thankful for all that vitamin D you are absorbing. )

After an hour in the blazing sun, all eggs were found.  Which was great because the egg hunt had a bit of money in the game, so loosing an egg is like loosing a mini nest egg!

Les Peeps Non!


Lucy painted her nails like little chicks. For me, they were little Peeps. Sadly, they don’t sell Peeps here in France. It’s a durn shame. For those not familiar with a Peep, it is a marshmallow treat specifically for Easter. Specifically for America. It comes in the shape of a little chick. Coated in sugar crystals dunked in yellow dye number 2 ( I presume ), the peep is an Easter staple.  The peep of Peeps have branched out to other colors and non-Peep shapes.  Zèlie has the pink version.

My children have no idea what a Peep is and that is sad.  Though, they are learning other traditions, like the giant chocolate egg with a surprise inside.  That is always a winner.  Whatever the vehicle, the kids enjoy Easter with many treats and egg hunts.





It’s just a shame they can’t gather ’round for the annual Peep jousting.  I’m sure we’ll find a French equivalent.


I can’t find a great Peep jousting video, but this will give you the idea …


The Casualties of Easter


Two, innocent chocolate bunnies devoured in the name of Easter. I tried hard to finish Mr. White, but I just couldn’t do it. I’ve lost my touch.

DSC_8523( photo by Mr. Curtis )

Minty the night before staying up for the Saturday Night movie. It always ends this way.


Otto made me take this photo. I remember when Easter was about candy. If a chocolate prize egg is the result, toys sneak in as winners. Yes, that’s a jellybean, pooping chicken. Candy and poop, a “must have” for any eight-year-old boy.


This is “the look.” Lucy has perfected this look. We love her so.

The three phases of Z. You can loop that and get a feel for my day.