I can admit when I’m not progressive.

My kids are currently interested in Easter.  It makes sense, they hear about it at daycare, they know we’re having dinner at our neighbor’s house.  I reminded them the Easter bunny’s coming.

A couple years ago, I battled with whether or not to do the whole Santa/Easter Bunny/Tooth Fairy thing. I thought of myself as progressive, I wanted to define exactly how my family would conduct themselves.  I didn’t want to lie to my kids. That lasted for about 10 seconds after Brooke first got wind of the Santa idea.  Her little face was so lit up, I couldn’t lie and tell her Santa doesn’t exist. Of course he exists!  It really makes them happy, why did I think being a fun sucker would be cool?

Anyway.  So last night we got a jump on the whole Easter bandwagon and painted eggs.  We’ll probably dye eggs this Saturday, but last night after bath time I needed to get them doing something other than fighting or begging for candy.

Brooke quietly sang “You Should Be Nice To Poor People” as she painted.

Leif stuffed his face with all of his, and half of Brooke’s eggs.

A good time was had by all, and this morning, poor little, confused Leif woke me up asking “Easter Bunny comed last night?”  Soon Leify, soon!