Sabbatum Sanctum - Annus Duos

Did you know the Saturday before Easter is called "Holy Saturday?" Did you also know that Sabbatum Sanctum is "Holy Saturday" in Latin? The Pope ain't got nuthin on me, I tell ya. Just don't ask me what happened on Holy Saturday because I haven't read that far in my Wikepedia article yet.

Oh, and "Annus Duos" means "Year Two" not "Two Butts" like it looks.  Go ahead and laugh like a 3rd grader.  I did.

To celebrate Sabbatum Sanctum (go with it), Owen and I went to the same Easter Egg Hunt as last year. A few noteworthy moments:

• Owen LOVES the Easter Bunny! Seriously, is it normal to think your kid is just the cutest? I was planning on not standing in line to see this Easter Bunny because we already saw him at the mall a week ago, this one is a tad bit ghetto (snobby of me, but you’ll see my point in a bit) and I didn’t think Owen would have enough patience to wait in line. Well, when Owen saw the Easter Bunny he made it clear to me again that he wanted to say hello. So, we took our place in line and he waited his turn to sit on his lap and give a couple high-fives. After we walked away, Owen kept running back to Mr. Bunny and would wave to him and blow him kisses from the side. So, we stood in line AGAIN. Owen showered Mr. Bunny with blown kisses and sunk about as far into his lap as he could get. It is too cute to watch little kids scared to death of the Bunny – sitting on his lap and screaming their heads off – while Owen is waving and blowing kisses at him. I’m seriously considering buying a bunny suit!
• Some of the parents at this event are horrible. Last year, Owen was 7 months old and barely old enough to hold onto an egg, so we parked ourselves away from the masses and let him play with two eggs (dropping them and picking them back up.) One of his eggs was laying BETWEEN HIS FEET and a mom of a 2 year old directed her son to pick it up saying, “Right there, Bobby! Right between that baby’s feet!” I thought, maybe the kid didn’t get any eggs so the mom was desperate, but nope…his basket was overflowing. Needless to say, I didn’t let the kid have it! Not to be outdone, this year…Owen was picking up eggs and putting them in his basket and I decided that Owen had a 4 egg limit. He’s not going to eat the candy inside anyway, so 4 eggs is more than enough to play with. When he would get more than 4 eggs in the basket, I would toss the extra ones out towards other kids. A dad was directing his toddler son toward some eggs and I threw an egg near where he was looking and said, “Ooh, there’s another one right there!” The dad looked at me and instead of saying thanks, he asked, “Is there anything IN that one?” Yes, sir…Don’t worry your pretty head – your 2 year old will be getting an obscene amount of candy thanks to you. Never mind that he does seem to be enjoying finding the eggs and appears to have no idea what is inside.

After 2 photo sessions with the Easter Bunny and 4 eggs in his brand new airplane Easter basket, we headed home. But, another festive occasion means another opportunity to compare Owen's YOY growth in pictures. (That's Year Over Year for all you non-corporate acronym people out there.) Why am I always so shocked at how much bigger he is after only a year?

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And here's my non-holy comment for the day...A full body shot of this Bunny who Owen was in love with.  Note the sneakers poking out of the feet.  I suppose good Bunny costumes are expensive, so I shouldn't judge.  But you have to agree, it's a little funny, right?  I feel guilty being snobby because critical people are a pet peeve of mine, but next year we might find an egg hunt where parents don't scrounge for toddler candy and the Bunny isn't wearing Converse.  I realize that isn't very Sanctum of me and I should follow my son's example of only seeing a loveable creature with big ears and a soft belly.  *Sigh*  Owen always makes me want to be a better person!