Easter Saturday...

It is 7am Easter Saturday morning, it is dark and the sky is angry, the wind is whispering grumpy thoughts at being woken so early...

One thing a baby (well, toddler) does is ruin any chance of ever having a sleep in again. 7am is actually pretty late in this house.
The great thing about morning times is that when you go into that dark little room there is such a dear wee happy face peering over the top of the cot and it makes it all worthwhile.

I have such lovely memories of Easter when we were children..the arrival of the box of Easter goodies from Nanny and Poppy...always a button filled Cadbury Egg, all the way from Christchurch. Grandmas eggs would be random form year to year but Aunt Beth could be counted on to bring marshmallow eggs with a vivid orange yolk.

Another vivid memory I had was the fact that my greed meant I couldn't ration my egg as well as Fiona...she could savor and nibble and make her egg last for days. My self control was horrible and that coveted egg was gone in a much shorter time..leading to the desperate desire to get just one last taste to the forbidden brown goodness! I apologize to all the family for any chocolaty theft that may have occurred!!

Another fond memory was the lovely fruity, spicy hot cross buns, cut in half and toasted to perfection in the oven..this was before the day of the microwave to heat them quickly. I still toast my hot cross buns like Mum did all those years ago..yum...must be breakfast time!!

More next time...Happy Easter xx

First homemade Hot Choc...very messy!!