Peeps
The week after Easter means egg salad sandwiches, pickled beet devilled eggs with smoked Spanish paprika, and sugar cookies made with love by Grandma Bir.
For the adults mostly, although Lex had a taste of everything. He completely enjoyed his first Easter and all the packages that came in the mail. Clothes, toys, stuffed rabbits.
Several people had the idea to get him books about bunnies. He is a master of all the Pat the Bunny activities with Paul and Judy. He can touch Peter Rabbit’s soft blanket, look for Bugs Bunny’s Easter Basket, and there is a story about a puppy on an Easter egg hunt that he likes alot. The puppy says “woof woof” in my best growly-puppy voice as he finds different things. One is a baby chick, and Lex cracks up when the chick says “peep peep.”
“Woof woof!” “Peep peep!” Laughter, clapping, pointing. We could read that part over and over again. For hours. It never gets stale.
