Easter is sneaking up on us, my lovelies. I can tell by the way the garden is greening up, the peepers are singing at the pond this morning, and the geese and sandhill cranes are calling all day long as they migrate back to the north. All these things whisper to me that it is almost time to dye eggs, make a scavenger hunt and hold on that for at least one more year my littles will be even remotely interested in the holiday. It’s hard once they’ve outgrown a basket full of water guns and candy and the like. And they found out 2 years ago that the Easter Bunny isn’t a real dude.
However, I do try to get them to hold on to some of the magic of these holidays that lose their luster when they realize I’ve been lying to them all their lives. I figure if they don’t hate me for it, they can’t hate the Easter Bunny. So we still dye eggs together every year, only now I don’t have to sneak outside somehow at 7 am to set up the hunt. It works out better for mama, anyway.
Since Easter is hippity-hoppity on its way, let’s do a story time about a beautiful children’s book, The Easter Egg by Jan Brett. I love Ms. Brett. Her poetic illustrations are even better than her sweet stories. Seriously, I’m a grown up (claimed!) and I could look at these pictures all day. I can only imagine how they effect little kids. The story itself is amazing, and watching Hoppi accidentally stumble on his own amazing version of an Easter Egg is magical. However, you are here for activities to go along with all this goodness, and I am happy to provide.