Making Clara’s Easter Basket & A Living Room Egg Hunt

Did everyone have a nice Easter weekend? We had a fairly casual one around here, mainly centered around eating and hanging out with family. And since John’s sister and her two sons and hubby had a long drive to NY ahead of them on Sunday, we did most of the celebrating (and eating) on Saturday. Though we did squeeze in a mini Easter morning get together at our house on Sunday morning before everyone headed out.

That’s Clara and her cousin John (who’s about 10 months older) getting their color on:

The main event was giving the kids their Easter baskets – each had one from their parents and one from their grandparents to discover (we ceremoniously “hid” them around the living room). Here’s Clara finding the one from her Grammy and Tom Tom:

Clara’s rather slow with things like this, since she’s wants to stop and play with (or eat) each item as she gets to it.

She got lots of fun stuff to enjoy from her grandparents – like snacks, coloring books, toy cars, stickers, etc. But she’d just have to enjoy them later, since there was still more Easter basket goodness to find. Update: Thanks to lots of outfit questions, those are birds on my shirt, not turkey legs (it’s an Old Navy clearance rack score). But in all fairness, I would probably buy a shirt with turkey legs on it too if I saw one.

Watching the kids hunt for their baskets was so much fun. Obviously at this age you can’t make it too difficult (which is why Clara’s first bag was just behind the arm of the sectional). Mostly we relied on slipping them behind the curtains.

Even then, we had to give both Clara and her cousin John a few hints to get them headed in the right direction. Burger is also a good hint giver.

Eureka!

Clara’s “basket” from us was actually a zippered bag that we got mainly to help wrangle some of her smaller toys like matchbox cars, small plastic animals, etc. We figured it would be fun to present it to her with a bunch of Easter goodies stuffed inside (to hopefully help her understand that it’s meant for her stuff). So far she loves putting things in it and taking them out (and playing with the zipper) so I’d say it was a success.

As for what was in her “basket” from us, she got:

Just as we’d hoped, the bunny was a big hit. It even made its way into this little family portrait that we managed to capture before everyone left. Why do we have so few photos of all of us all together? I swear we only get one or two a year. Oh right, it’s because our kids are wiggly little buggers and we usually have various food smears and dog fur on our clothes.

Easter kisses ensued. And yes, Burger was involved. Clara tried to open her mouth for that one. Glad it’s not on film…

Here’s Burger after being scarred by the open-mouth approach that he got seconds before. Notice I’m doing that typical mom thing: smiling like everything is normal. Nope, my kid didn’t try to french kiss the dog.

Speaking of The Burgs, John got a special portrait taken with him and the new bunny  – who, in the tradition of Bear-ger, was named Hare-ger. (Clara better watch out. We might just rename her: Clare-ger).

Did I mention Burger and Hare-ger are great buddies already? PS: Check out Burger’s weird extended foot. I think he’s part dinosaur.

So that was our Easter. A fun, easy, family weekend at its finest. Hope you guys had a good holiday too!

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The Peeta-siks (The Hunger Games & Hunger Names)

It’s official. Hunger Games fever has hit Casa Petersik.

I actually got it first. I thought I’d take a stab at reading the book before potentially seeing the movie. I had heard it was a quick read, and boy was that right – I knocked it out in 24 hours. Sherry resisted following in my footsteps, thinking she had too much on her plate to squeeze it in. But I convinced her to try one chapter and before she knew it she was closing that book and cracking open Catching Fire (which she finished a few days later, and I’m currently in the middle of). We’re supposed to get our copy of Mockingjay next week. No spoilers!

The reason for devouring Hunger Games? We had planned a movie date night as a belated birthday celebration for Sherry (after our first attempt at a date night was ruined by not getting into our favorite restaurant since it was all reservationed out). So we booked babysitters (my parents) and made our first visit ever to CinéBistro, one of those swanky eat-dinner-while-you-watch-a-movie places. Here’s Sherry making her swankiest face.

We’ve only been to three movies since Clara was born almost two years ago (I wish I was kidding) so we were excited to make an event of this one. Unlike a normal movie theater, this one’s 21 and up only, has seating assignments, and has full in-theater food service (i.e. servers take your order and bring you food right in your big, comfy seats. Here’s me trying to figure out what I’ll order before we get seated.

We decided to get an appetizer – the “Popcorn” calamari. Yes, it’s actually calamari mixed with popcorn. Yum.

We wanted to save room for dessert, but after ordering gut-busters like my chicken & biscuits and Sherry’s meatloaf with mashed potatoes and collard greens (the theme was sort of upscale comfort food) – we were stuffed before the previews were even over. By the way, Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter looks pretty good. Maybe for our next movie night? Guess I should read the book first…

Oh, and as for the movie (I refrained from being the weirdo who took pictures of the movie) – we liked it! Was it the best book-to-movie adaptation ever? No. But we enjoyed it. Heck, we were just happy to be out of the house!

Anyone else Hunger Games-ing it up? Either books and/or movie-wise? Thoughts? Can you turn your last name into a Hunger Games reference like I did with this pun-tastic title or are we just extra lucky?

PS: In the comments, Kim recommended this site called Hunger Names that give you a name and method of death. Sherry was Oregano Amberpoe and had the honor of being a District 8 tribute in the 22nd Hunger Games. She was killed by asphyxiation. I was Huggle Santolina (awesome?) and was a District 7 tribute in the 20th Hunger Games. I was killed by trusting a 12-year-old boy. Never again!

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