Perfect Day

I picked up a couple of bottles of bubble liquid at the grocery store the other day. They were on sale, 3/$1, and I thought they might be a nice thing to put in the Easter baskets. (Other things going in the Easter baskets: Play-Doh, sidewalk chalk, and a jumprope for the preschooler. Candy? Are you kidding? It's not coming in this house until the day before Easter. My waistline can't afford the temptation.)

Unfortunately for my Easter plans the preschooler saw the purple and green bottles and immediately got excited and wanted to play with "da bubbles, Mommy!" I rushed them off, but alas, she is too old to just conveniently forget things anymore.

When she started begging to play with bubbles again yesterday, I gave in. There was no point in keeping them for the baskets if it was just going to blow the Easter bunny's cover.

It was a perfect day for blowing bubbles. The sky was overcast, the temperature still chilly, but at least a notch past cold, the air was moist and there was a slight breeze. It all made for some of the longest lasting bubbles I've ever seen, that blew all over the yard and bounced over the car into the neighbor's yard.

The preschooler loves to play a game of catching and popping the bubbles. She ran about madly, laughing and leaping, while the yard filled with bubbles. The toddler was a little confused by the whole thing, reaching after bubbles but not sure what all the fuss was about. It was fun just to be outside, though, and playing with Mommy and big sister, so she laughed and ran about too. The yard was filled with bubbles, dipping up and down in the breeze until they landed in the dormant lawn to sit there like enormous jewels.

I blew bubbles until I started to feel a little light-headed, then I waved the wand the air, spinning in a tight half-circle, until my arm got tired, when I would start blowing again. I think I laughed as much as the girls did.

It was a very fun time.