Of course, our little inquisitive black cat, Ollie, had to be a part of the festivities. Not long after we had begun taking pictures, he trotted up from the orchard, sniffed Thomas's basket, stretched out on the quilt, and began purring contentedly. Anyone who knows me knows that I can't resist the opportunity to kiss a cat. As soon as I stuck my nose in Ollie's fur, I realized that he had just been sprayed by a skunk! Why couldn't he have chased the Easter Bunny instead?!
Sunday, April 04, 2010
First Easter: "Please Don't Eat the Basket!"
Today was a big day for Thomas: It was his first Easter AND his five-month birthday...and boy, was he excited! He couldn't wait to "sample" the Easter basket that Mom and I had filled with fresh eggs, daffodils, free-trade vegetable rattles knitted by women in Peru and a not-so-free-trade Peter Rabbit stuffed animal made in China. As soon as we sat him on the quilt for the photo shoot, Thomas pounced on the basket--no doubt thinking it was a giant teether--and started gnawing intently on the handle and reaching for the daffodils. But apparently, aged oak and yellow petals aren't as tasty as Mommy's milk (or a chocolate bunny), for the "taste test" did last long; and it's a good thing because the basket is a treasured antique given to me by my Aunt "Jussie" several years ago.
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