Easter 2019

So I realize after the last horrible post with bleeding and an ER visit (if you didn’t read it, everyone is OK) this is a weird post to follow it, but I totally forgot with everything going on and hey! Olivia has a cute dress this year. She dyed eggs with her daddy. We only had one mishap with spilled red dye e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e so next year I should remember to try this over the sink.

They’re two peas in a pod, these two.

Olivia ran into our room at 6:30 Easter morning saying, “Wake up! The Easter Bunny came!” You guys, first trimester pregnancy combined with a toddler who wants to immediately get you out of bed and looking at her Easter stuff doesn’t work out so well. But of course, I want to witness this, like I do every detail of every holiday, so I hauled myself out of bed and grabbed my crackers from the nightstand and we headed out to the living room.

I tried to eat the crackers without gagging while she raced to her basket and started pulling stuff out.

She loved her basket and then raced around finding all her eggs. She was a whirlwind. The entire thing took five minutes. I hadn’t even finished my crackers yet.

I had to eat like five mini meals before noon when we finally left to go to my sister-in-law’s for Easter dinner to keep the nausea away. The food was amazing and I could actually eat it, though much less than normal. Olivia had a blast with her cousins and after lunch, they went out for another egg hunt outside.

She got a ton of candy that I’m trying not to eat.

Around 4:00 we left to go to my parents because they had a basket for her too. I could barely get her to sit still for this picture.

We ate some dinner there (apparently Queso liked French onion dip and chips a lot so I ate my body weight in it) and took some family pictures at the end because we kept forgetting to. Olivia was reaching her threshhold, so we had to bribe her with a lift into the air to touch the tree by her uncle in order for her to smile in the photos.

The girl didn’t stop moving for six solid hours.

This is the first holiday since I’ve been pregnant again and it’s weird. I’ve always been a person of “lasts.” Like, with Olivia, I went through her “last of her firsts.” “This is her last Christmas as a one-year-old.” “This is her last first Easter.” Her last time nursing, her last time wearing a bib, her last night in her crib, her last night in our room. I think it has to do with the fact that change is hard for me. Even the good changes. So these holidays now leading up to Thanksgiving, they’re going to be remembered as the last holidays with just my little girl. And I know things are going to get even better. But I think there’s still a grieving process to go through. Or maybe that’s too dramatic. I don’t know.

Anyway, this girl is getting big. And she loves Easter. She loves speculating about the Easter bunny. And hey, I like putting her in pastels.