Easter morning

I still have much backlogged activity to document, such as the birthday party, and the birthday itself; but foraging on with The Weekend That Is All About Him, Liam had still more stuff to attend to this morning, namely, his first Easter (missing it by just a couple of weeks last year).The Easter Bunny made a decent stop at our place last night, delivering Liam some Easter-themed Little People, sidewalk chalk, bubbles, finger puppets, a rubber ball, a wind-up hopping egg, a stuffed bunny and even a few Hershey kisses. With all that to choose from, what do you think he went for? The ball. He plucked the ball right out of the basket and hasn't given the rest of it a second glance. Not even the crinkly purple grass, which I was sure would be spread from one end of the house to the other by now. The kid is ball crazy, and we must have at least 15 of them, but as far as Liam is concerned, there is no such thing as too many balls. See? Different room, same ball in hand. Then again, before this year, we had no Easter decorations or toys to speak of; we now have two statues, three stuffed rabbits, two chicks, and a Mr. Potato Head bunny. It's amazing how quickly things accumulate.
After an hour or two of playing with the new rubber ball, Liam went back to bed and wasn't up again until noon. He didn't sleep at all yesterday, and I can't blame him, with the excitement of the party; but after dinner the effect of the sugar in the cake belatedly kicked in, and for an hour or two he completely spazzed out, crawling at breakneck speed, whipping balls around (those darn balls again!), and otherwise hamming it up for the crowd. No wonder he was zonked today. He is still being fed 3 squares (no more sugar!!), but Chad and I are going to munch on chocolate for dinner... I'll save that time I would have spent cooking, and instead I can procrastinate some more, er, get some studying done...