Hunting

Hulk&Baby are looking forward to the holiday weekend.

Both have objections to the Easter Bunny, mostly because they don't agree on the important facts (where he lives, how to julienne a carrot, if he should wear his fur up or down), AND both claim to have insider's information.

I don't know who to believe.

What I do know is that Hulk takes great joy in finding things, like a plum parking space for the Love Rocket (TM), a forgotten-about old dollar bill in his pocket, and accouterments on trash night for the secret office he's building for Baby.

Baby, on the other hand, loves eggs. She likes them scrambled, she likes the shape, she likes the colors, she likes how they spin/crack/vandalize on Hallowe'en. She likes watching songbirds slyly clear their nests of bits of shell this time of year as their chicks hatch. She even likes things that look vaguely like eggs, like purple jellybeans. (I can't give too much away, though).

This year, Baby takes notes from Hulk. She is less interested in eggs, and more interested in Discovery. On that, Baby offers up an Easter challenge: this year, it's not about hiding things and finding things that usually aren't there. It's about finding things that are always present but tend not to be seen. Like Opportunity. Like Fresh Starts. Like someone who needs help. Like the stuff that's easy to overlook because it's just under your nose: the moustaches of our lives. (She made me type that).

Hulk, for his part, intends to find, among other things, the bow that Baby tied to her tail this morning. She has a tail, yes, it's true. It is only visible some of the time, usually when her upper lip purses in that Cheshire Cat sort of way. Both of these kids are rather critterish, you see. And Baby well, she has a tail.

This weekend, Hulk&Baby will scavenge, mooch, and glean. They'll find newold / oldnew things to appreciate, and hope that you do, too.