We had an excellent Easter trip to Peoria, although it was, as I had feared, a bit lacking in the sleep department. Friday night into Saturday morning was marked by Bryn waking repeatedly and eventually being lulled back to sleep by much cuddling and rocking, and, in more desperate moments, TV and a car ride. We spent Saturday with Dad, Diane, Kristin, and Lindsay. Bryn showed off her new walking skills and was fawned over by her adoring public. We attended a really neat service at Dad's church and then ate some delicious Agatucci's pizza for dinner. Saturday also featured a reunion lunch of Avanti's goodness with many of my high school friends. Corey and his wife Liz brought their three-year-and-one-day old, Lainey, who delighted in playing with Bryn, and more specifically, telling Bryn what to play with. Jarrod and his wife Trisha brought their 15-month old son Jay, who is bigger than Bryn and quite adorable. We got to see Ashley and her husband Steve for the first time in ages, which was wonderful. We also got to meet Maria's boyfriend Jason, who everyone approved of. :) Derek was also in attendance, and he assisted us in regaling the group with tales of our new homes.
Bryn woke for a short stint in the middle of Saturday night/Sunday morning and then got up for good at 6:00, wide awake and ready to party. When the rest of the household eventually woke up, she had her first Easter egg hunt. This means that we spread eggs across the floor of Mom's family room and let her "sort" them into her basket. Well, that was the plan, but she somehow managed to open the first egg before putting it in the basket, and once she discovered that we had filled them with apple-strawberry Gerber Puffs, she stood there and ate the contents of the first egg while ignoring the rest. After that, she picked up the eggs one at a time and brought them to me to be opened and consumed. Good thing we went with puffs instead of chocolate this year! After the "hunt," we all sat down to gorge ourselves on an expansive brunch. The meal ended abruptly, however, when Bryn fell asleep upright in her booster seat, clutching a piece of toast. We took the opportunity to toss her in the car and drive to the nursing home, where we visited my grandpa Parky. Ben and I assumed that she would sleep for the entire ride back to Indianapolis, especially since the car typically functions as her "time machine." In spite of the fact that she has NEVER remained awake in the car for a ride over 20 minutes before, she somehow stayed conscious for the ENTIRE four hour ride home. Let it be said that we all slept quite deeply on Sunday night and are still recovering from our fun, yet rather sleepless, weekend.