The next year however, he was a year older and he was not too happy to meet the big bunny. It looks like he is trying to run away in this picture.
I think we missed visiting the Easter Bunny in the spring of 2010. I can't seem to locate the picture from 2010, but I'm sure being pregnant with Gillian I probably totally forgot about going to see the Easter Bunny.
We did make it to see the Easter Bunny last year. Gillian was about nine months old and John was three and a half. John was not to sure about the Bunny while Gillian loved the big stuffed animal.
We went to see the Easter Bunny today. Yeah, I know. I'm a bad mother. I waited until Good Friday to take my kids to see the Easter Bunny. And silly me, I thought the line would be short. Well I was wrong, it was so long. We probably spent forty-five minutes in line. While Gillian and I waited in line, Daddy and John walked around the mall. As we got closer to the bunny, Gillian was pointing to him and waving and yelling "bunna!" I really thought that we weren't going to have a repeat of our trip to see Santa. John and Daddy came back from their adventures and John said to me "that's not the Easter Bunny. The Easter Bunny is white. I don't want to see the brown bunny." Daddy talked to John about being brave for Gillian. That was all it took. He told me "Mommy, I'm going to be brave and sit next to the bunny." When we were probably two pictures away from see the Easter Bunny ourselves and Gillian started to get shy and back away. Daddy took her and I took John. John went right up to the Easter Bunny and gave him a high five and a pound and then sat down. Gillian, on the other hand, was not happy. She started crying as soon as Daddy took her close to the Easter Bunny. Daddy attempted to put Gillian down next to the Easter Bunny, but she freaked out. So he gave up, he sat down next to the Easter Bunny and put Gillian on his lap. The photographer started to instruct Daddy to lean back, but we know the drill. This is not our first time of having a crying baby when visiting Santa or the Easter Bunny. She cropped Daddy out of the picture and looked at me and apologized. I told her that there isn't anything to apologize for, this is how my kids reacted. I still love the picture and years from now I will always smile when I think back at this morning's adventure.
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