Oh, of course we did Easter. When else can we buy a ton of chocolate “for Finn”–and then eat it all, ourselves?
We plan to celebrate every single ridiculous, commercialized, America-centric thing. Yes, we do.
Easter kind of snuck up on us. Don’t get me wrong: I’d already been hoarding Cadbury eggs for weeks, but we sort of forgot about the whole Easter Bunny thing.
So, I did what any sane mom would do: I forced Finn to skip a nap, taking him to see the Easter Bunny at a local mall. Right after a doctor’s appointment. On the Friday before Easter.
Yeah, maybe not the best idea I’ve ever had.
As soon as I saw the line of pastel-clad bambinos in floral bow-ties and spring-hued button-ups, I panicked. I’d TOTALLY forgotten about an Easter outfit. (Which, I realize, is usually reserved for Easter Sunday. And for church services. Which we don’t attend.)
Nonetheless, I decided to test my luck even further by taking a very sleepy and cranky Finn to Old Navy and forcing him to try on a variety of egg-y, ironic baby wear.
We ditched the leggings and sweatshirt he was wearing for a denim button-up (he now owns four) and a pair of yellow linen shorts, which I had to purchase in 0-3 months because Finn is too skinny for anything else.
I also bought a pair of sandals. He wore them for approx. 47 seconds before realizing that, if he flicked his foot just so, he could send them flying across the store.
Enter: another photo of barefoot Finn and a fantasy holiday mascot. (Santa asked, “Where’s his shoes?”)
I. Am. Insane.
The stage mom gods must have been looking out for me that day. Finn lasted through the shopping and the 30-minute line. He even smiled for the photos! Then, the second I put him back in his stroller, he had a level-10, code red meltdown.
He screamed the entire way to the car. Was I going to force a writhing, screaming baby into his winter-appropriate gear in the middle of Carson Pirie Scott? Hell no, I wasn’t.
I only endured the glares of two grandmas, shaming me as I walked my wailing infant son–and his linen shorts–to the car in 30-something degree weather.
But–the photos! That’s all that matters, right?
Easter morning, we let Finn play with one of our bunnies. Because, really, how could we not?
He thought it was pretty cool… until his attention was redirected by his Easter loot.
All in all, I think we fulfilled our rite of passage. And we’re stilling eat leftover chocolate. So, there’s that.
