This is the Free-Easter followup. I’m sure you were wondering.

So first of all,

The Peanut Butter Eggs were Ah-mazing!

Obviously they were a little bit fiddly to make, but one batch only took us an hour or so to dip and we ended up with 3 dozen.

And they’re slightly intense. Even among a family of five 36 peanut butter eggs went a long way.

The Tiny Cotton Rabbits are Adorable

They were tinier than I expected, even. Small enough to be a stuffed toy for a stuffed toy. They’re a hit with the kids.

We spent $3

Up late Saturday night, I mused to Ian, “you were probably thinking about how we already have a holiday with intense preparation and what am I doing starting it for another one.” But he didn’t seem troubled.

He sat weaving baskets and he chocolate dipped marshmallow eggs and mixed up playdough while I sewed and knitted bunnies.

Ethan and Rachel were out of town with grandparents and due back on Monday, so we didn’t actually finish their baskets, leaving ourselves some work to get done Sunday night.

So we only had Hannah’s basket out Easter morning.

I was surprised at the amount of commercial stuff that we ended up scrounging around the house. The plastic rabbit containers, the rubber duckies, there were flower hole punches and mini-containers of bubble solution.

We wrapped up the peanut butter eggs in wax paper and ribbon.

We bought these toe socks for Rachel. I think they were $1. And we bought the stuffed lion toy for Hannah, $2.

Oh yes, there are the spice jars of homemade playdough.

And the bunny containers are stuffed with candies that we still had in our upper cupboard since Hallowe’en.

Ultimately though, it was those Peanut Butter Eggs that were the hit.

“Mum, did um… the Easter Bunny make those peanut butter eggs?” Rachel asked me.

I told her yes.

“Well could the Easter Bunny maybe make them again sometime and deliver them here for us?”

“Yeah,” Ian agreed, “The Easter Bunny really outdid herself.”

Rachel looked sideways at him. “I always thought the Easter Bunny was a boy.”

“Laying all those egg? Well that’d be just weird,” Ian told her. “…I mean, weirder than a bunny laying eggs already is.”