My, we had a lovely weekend. Dadda and Buckaroo took an early Saturday morn walk with Grandpa along Padilla Bay, which gave me a lovely hour and a half of quiet snoozing and reading.
Also on Saturday, we got a little bit dressed up and went up to Bellingham to attend the most lovely open house Spring Celebration at our friend Chelsea's parents' house. My goodness, what an inspiring garden. And Olivier the Bunny was there!!! Buckaroo was a bit nonplussed about the bunny, which surprised me. But the photos are cute:
The sunshine, the setting, the delicious nosh, it all felt like a springtime wedding. Really uplifting.
After we nibbled and wandered (a peacock! a babbling brook! an old dog named Sophie! bow wow!), we went to the front garden for some egg hunting. Buckaroo got the hang of egg-in-basket. He's brilliant.
Sunday we puttered and cooked, and then welcomed Grandma and Grandpa for a yummy Easter Brunch. I made the friggin best beet and chevre salad. A triumph.
Later, we went outside in the drizzle to find that the Easter Bunny had been to our house!! More fun with Buckaroo and the basket. Until. Until he bonked his nose on the raised garden bed and got a bloody nose!!! Poor guy. I fretted and fussed; Dadda took photos. Rachel, once again I find a similarity between our husbands. What is it with photographing blood and gore?
Dadda and Grandma assured momma that baby was fine. It was a very brief bloody nose, and surely the first of many. Whew.
Finally, we come to my favorite part of the commercial aspect of this holiday:
I just love these dumb Robin Eggs. They're basically Whoppers, I guess. I like to bite them in half and suck the malt insides. Weird and stuff. But this year's batch are very mediocre. FYI.
Well, today we had delicious egg salad sandwiches for lunch. My secret is a healthy pinch of curry powder. Turns out my baby loves egg salad, which is a relief. We both have snotty head colds and wish that it weren't dumping rain. But, let's all say it together: April showers bring May flowers. Dammit.
xoxonellie
Robin Eggs- blech. I prefer real chocolate.
ReplyDeleteI love the photos of the little man!