Daddy Piñatas and Easter Bum-Holes!

Jesus had risen and my house was sort of tidy (if you ignore the two locked bedroom doors that contained unmentionable mess!) Yes this was the year of miracles for sure!

And so we were set for a George Team Easter celebration. Welcome-bunnies decorated the front door...

bunting was hung...

the Easter tree was decorated...

and the piñata was hung!

Ready...Set...Go!

Excited little souls gathered by the newly constructed pirate bridge (no walking on the wet concrete kids...top party tip no 107!)

Kids traversed our bridge of chocolate dreams all on the same mission...find the Easter Bunny offerings before anybody else!

So many smiles even though our garden still has some way to go for garden-party hosting tidiness...er yes watch yourself on the ripped tarpaulin and watch the experimental glass bottle edging and upturned metal cans (damn that pinterest giving a woman with no time all those ideas!!!)

But regardless of the mess kiddies and adults alike had a blast!

We even managed to complete all egg hunting before the heavens opened. Daddy saved the piñata from torrential rain and then became our very own human piñata, bravely volunteering to hold it whilst over excited, chocolate filled children whacked it with wooden spoons!

Wooden spoons were not up to the job, so eventually the ribbons were grabbed, the countdown began and finally a hole was created and sweets began to fall!

Adults held their hearts, oohing and aahhing at the cuteness of it all! Then through the vision of childhood magic before us a lone child's voice rang out,

'' Just shove your hand up his bum-hole to get the sweets!''

Oh dear!

At this point I think it would be most unfair to publicly announce whose child it was that destroyed the childhood magic of this precious moment!

The piñata was raised higher to protect 'bumholes' and kids screamed with laughter (alongside adults all happy their child was quiet)

Little people watched in bemusement! Yes the Easter bum-hole, a tradition set in time and confusing impressionable souls...''But Mummy I thought you said Easter was about Jesus?''

And so the day came to a close...excess sweets and yellow feathers marking the fun we had in piles around the house.

Forgotten Easter baskets and chocolate whispering about the moments within a wonderful day.

Easter crafts still filled the kitchen.

And we smiled at our new memories of this year's Easter bunny visit (complete with bum-hole)!