A Good Day? - Pyjama Day!

So that was Good Friday.  Was it good?  It was for Imogen!
So what constitutes a good day for her?  Well, it is very simple - it's a pyjama day!

'That's it?' I hear you cry!  'That's all she wants to ensure it is a good day?'
'Yep!'
Now this is where I get to gloat a little!  While other parents of nine year old children can never do enough, can never take them anywhere exciting enough, can never buy them the next 'in' toy or gadget quick enough to please them, we never have that problem. Imogen is content.
When we go somewhere, ie the zoo, and we offer both kids a couple of pounds in the shop to buy a souvenir, she never spends hers. When we do venture into the shopping centre (which I must admit is a rare occasion) she never wants anything.  She is easy to please.  Christmas is tricky, last year I asked her what she would like, she said 'some paper to draw!' Is that it I asked, 'yes.....oh maybe some pens!' It makes it hard to advise extended family who want to buy a gift.   And when she does receive an unexpected gift she is so grateful, she will keep thanking people years after for something they gave her (even stuff they were getting rid of!)  She struggles to retain names, so I think it may have something to do with her linking the gift to the person in her brain to help remember the name. Anyway....

She came into my bedroom yesterday morning in her bunny onesie, declaring 'I'm the Easter bunny!', asked if she could snuggle and watch a DVD with me and settled down.  Normally we do church on Good Friday but due to her brother having a stomach bug  only my husband went. He has to, he's the Pastor!!
So we spent the day ensconced, moving from one sofa to another, watching DVDs, (the kids chose 'The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe - a good choice for Easter I thought!)  Me?  I, as most Mums I image, struggled to do the same, I watched half a film, messaged with a friend, had a shower, got the kids food and drink, prepared for Sunday (I am running the service), made a cake, tidied up my bedroom (which was nearly equaling Imogen's for tidyness!) and caught the tail end of a different film - and that was a relaxed day!  But Immi?

My Easter Bunny!

She was content, 

she was relaxed, 

she knew she was loved, 

she wasn't being bombarded with people, 

overwhelmed with heightened senses and 

pressed to challenge herself academically. 

She was happy....
and once again, I learn.