An Easter Memory...

Den of the Beastly Bear

Hi Folks!

Happy Easter everyone!

When Princess Bear was very young, we finally got tired of borrowing Jerry's video camera to record holidays and bought or own.

She was about 3½ and we decided to tape her coloring Easter eggs.

We made a big deal out of it every year, cleared the kitchen table and covered it with newspaper. Put her in clothes she didn't wear anymore, put a booster under her so she set up higher and let her go!

We had a neighbor that I used to work with at Gell's that lived kitty corner across the street, and she had become a great friend to Mama Bear. A friendship maintained to this day!

So close to our family Katie called her Aunt Deb-Deb, so we invited her over to watch the spectacle...

As Kathy and Debbie got everything ready, I worked at setting up the video camera...finally deciding against a tripod in favor of mobility.

We got Katie set at the table and I started rolling...
I got how Kathy showed her the colors...showed her how to get the eggs into and out of the colors, and where to put them to dry.

Kathy and Debbie stayed close in case their expertise was required...or, what was more likely was the danger of Katie knocking the colors onto the carpet!

She was doing a pretty good job, and I was recording it all for posterity...a regular Cecil B. Demille!!! Lol

I zoomed in as Katie fished an egg out of the purple, and as she gently transferred it to the drying rack, an unexpected slip caused the egg to topple into the yellow...

My precious, innocent baby girl heaved a heavy sigh and said, with perfect intonation:

"DAMMIT!"

Oh my God we almost lost it!!!

In the video you can see the camera shacking as I fought not to bust out laughing...Debbie covering her mouth fighting it too, and Kathy barely maintaining stepped in to help.

Katie just looked at each of us...

"Whatsa matter Mommy?!?" She asked...as Kathy's eyes were leaking from trying not to laugh.

"Nothing Katie...but you really shouldn't say that..." She told her, whiping her eyes. 
"it's a grownup word, OK?"

"OK, mommy..." She said "but I'm almost 4..."

The rest of the eggs went off without a hitch, and that night we put together her Easter basket and set it on the table for her to find in the morning.

We then took the extra grass we'd bought and made a trail from the door into the kitchen sprinkling it as we went. Then took some raisins and dropped them among the grass.

In the morning Katie ran into our room...

"The Easter bunny was here! The Easter bunny was here!!!"

"How do you know? We asked sleepily.

"Cause he left a trail of grass that fell out of his basket when he came in...and I'm not sure...but I think he might have pooped." She explained.

"Pooped? In the house??? That dirty old bunny, if he keeps that up we'll have to stop letting him get in here."

"But Daddy, how would he bring me my Easter basket if you lock him out...I don't think he's got magic like Santa!"

"Well, let's go take a look..."

It was an Easter to remember for sure.
Ah the days when the kids were young, and all they had to worry about was what would be in their Easter basket.

Here's hoping this is an Easter for you to remember!

Be Well Folks!

Beastly Bear