π° POV: You're getting fussy because Mommy keeps interrupting your egg hunt throughout the neighborhood by forcing you into dozens of surprise video calls with her relatives to show off your pretty new Easter dress, bonnet and cute bunny diapers. πΌ
π Each call seems to last longer and longer, with no end in sight, slowing the excruciatingly embarrassing event down to a crawl. π’
You're getting worn out from the endless demands to twirl and parade about for the amusement of the her extended family, most of whom you'll be seeing at the big get-together later today, albeit from the confines of your playpen and highchair - or while "Uncle" Roger repeatedly shows everyone his "trick" of making the bunnies on your Huggies "hop" by mercilessly bouncing you on his knee for several minutes at a time (seemingly unaware that Mommy is playing with the phone app for the festive "egg" that she hid in your tender little rabbit-hole during this morning's diaper change.)π₯ π³οΈπ
πIt's surprising that there's any battery life left with all the fun Mama is having back at the egg hunt testing every possible mode your new "Easter present" has to offer. Especially since she won't be bothering with trying any intensity level below MAX. π―
π₯£ Next, it's off with the bonnet and on with the bib when Mommy finds a shady spot to stop for lunch and a diaper check. Seeing as you had the rare breakfast treat of scrambled eggs and cut up sausage to give you plenty of energy today, the minimum weekly quotient of "big girl" meals that Mommy's nutritionalist says you need has been reached ahead of schedule, so it's all baby food for the next three days! That tiny plastic Disney Princess plate of yummy eggs is feeling further away with each big, gloopy, gag-inducing spoonful.π₯
π£ Back to the egg hunt! Mommy seems to finally be distracted with posting the morning's events to what's become of your old social accounts and sending photos to the group chat with her girlfriends. You're finally starting to make some real progress!π£
β¨You've got just 2 eggs left to find, but no clue exactly how deep into the neighborhood they might've been hidden. You're getting distracted by just how full and heavy your diaper has become, but you know better than to ask to be changed and just pray that Mommy checks your Pampers soon. With no small amount of distrust, you're starting to feel like there might eventually be an end to your humiliation - or more accurately, a momentary pause.β¨
β°Speaking of pauses, it might be Easter, but that doesn't mean 2pm isn't baby's daily naptime. You try not to throw a fit as Mommy suddenly drags you all the way back to the house and gets you nice and secure in your crib. You're relieved that she takes off your dress and bonnet so they don't get rumpled by your squirming, and your jaw is very glad to get a break from the comically massive, non-deflating teat of your least-favorite pacifier. However, you're still finding it hard to get any rest thanks to the smelly, sun-baked state of your soggy and itchy diaper - which Mommy decided didn't need to be changed until after her lil' lamb's beauty sleep.π΄
π¨βπ¦° Recently changed, and but already wet again, you're back outside with only one more egg to go! However, with zero hints from Mommy as to where it might be, your Easter adventure is far from over. Suddenly you get a nice long call from Daddy while he's out of town on a business trip to answer his countless questions about "my princess's special day" - including an egg-citing chance to give a long distance wave hello to the keys to your chastity cage, which are keeping Daddy company on his long journey, as usual. βοΈππ
πΈπ·πΌπΉ All of today's video calls, plus Mommy coordinating with the neighbors to plant large patches of flowers that matched your eggs, successfully extended todayβs mortifying outdoor ordeal for nearly two full hours past last year's lengthy search. β±οΈβ³
π As with everything she does for her precious little Sissy, Mommy will try her very best to do even better next year! π