Driving to Vegas to visit family, Jason was happily occupied watching DVD cartoons in the back seat. After 5 hours of Richard Scarry's "Busytown", I made the executive decision to switch it up for awhile. In honor of the season, I reached back and popped in "Peter Cottontail"...only to be met with kicks and yells moments later.
"I no like bunnies!" Jason shouted from his car seat, trying quite mightily to kick the DVD player into submission with his feet. Trying not to swerve into oncoming traffic, I managed to get the movie turned off and good ol' "Busytown" back on in record time. Jason was happy again. And now I know. He no likes bunnies. Gotcha.
Easter weekend started with our annual tradition--now that we've gone twice, it's official, right? We headed up to the Coppola winery for their egg hunt on Saturday morning. Boy, was it cold this year! I think Mike noted that the temp was 45 degrees when we got back in the car. Brrr! Of course, Jason wouldn't even keep his jacket on--I guess the energy of a 2 year old means your body runs warmer. <grin>
Of course, Jason's ever present sidekick, Puppy, was along for the adventure...
We spent the first 10 minutes watching Jason pop bubbles from the bubble blower they had set up...and me trying to restrain myself from smacking the 9 year old who kept pushing the little kids out of the way to do it, too. Seriously. Punk-in-training.
(Note punk kid in striped shirt. Grrr.)
Then it was time to head down to the vineyards for the egg hunt. We gathered quickly and efficiently, like good students, and then proceeded to wait. And wait. NOT a good idea for those of the toddler persuasion. Mike & I took turns holding Jason back from his natural inclination to rush out and grab all the colorful eggs that sat there in the field, taunting him with their candy-filled yumminess. Poor guy.
Once they gave the "1, 2, 3, Go!" It was controlled mayhem for an intense 4 minutes. Kids everywhere. Eggs everywhere. Competitive parents pushing kids along or grabbing golden eggs and leaving early to get the "best" prizes. For the Dennis clan, however, it was good times. Jason filled his basket without being pushy, enjoyed tromping through the vineyard rows, and was very, very please to bust open the plastic eggs and find "Chocolate candy!" Gotta love it.
(This is Jason's "I'm-trying-to-be-patient-get-off-me" look.)
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