Peep Dioramas

Kids are funny about holiday traditions. They’ll cling mightily to some while not remembering others; actively resist certain new ideas but welcome others without question.

Easter is where all holiday traditions have broken down in this family. We’ve done something different every year, to new levels of failure every time. I posted about a couple of them here and here.

Last year after so many Easter ideas that didn’t fly, I gave up trying to find something that would work. I dumped some chocolate in a pile on the table and slept in while CC took the kids to church. The older kids hid eggs for the younger kids, and I felt guilty for a whole year. I believe they considered that the best Easter ever. . .

But you never know what kids will latch onto. They’re always watching you, even when you think they aren’t paying attention. Turns out I did start a tradition: The five-dollar egg, and the dog poop egg.

#5 started asking about this year’s egg hunt shortly after Christmas.

The other kids would chime in that they just weren’t into egg hunts, didn’t want to color eggs, had no interest in doing anything like that- they were way too old for that stuff. They stopped short, however, of giving up their Easter baskets.

Spurred by last year’s guilt I decided that I would do an egg hunt this year, by God, because #5 kept asking about it. True to their word, his sisters all bailed on coloring eggs. All except for #4, who was forced into it by the babysitter after #5 had waited for her all day to do the eggs.

Sometimes it sucks being the youngest. I remember that.

The astute among you will notice that I am not the colorer of eggs. If you dig through the archives, you will also discover I don’t carve pumpkins, either.

But something. . . dare we say miraculous? . .  happened on Easter Sunday. Three of the girls decided to join in the egg hunt. Probably it was the promise of the $5 egg. Now, I may have hidden that egg in a place where it was more likely to be discovered by a ten-year-old boy than a teenage girl. Maybe. I may or may not have given him a word of encouragement/direction before the egg hunt began. I did not, however, tell him where it was.

Regardless, #5 did find the $5 egg (which was an egg with five bucks rubber-banded to it because I didn’t get plastic eggs this year).

#3 found the dog poop egg- which was a poop-colored egg hidden near a pile of dog poop (not in it). The best part is that she didn’t notice the poop when she found the egg, and was more than a little grossed out when I pointed it out to her. Win-win.

Peep Dioramas were next on the agenda, the prize up for grabs being a bag of Robin’s Eggs and some Silly Putty. The only rules were that Peeps had to be involved, and so did their Easter baskets. I guess I was envisioning  small Peep scenes contained within the Easter baskets. But the term “diorama” became. . .expanded. And suddenly three teenage girls and one ten-year-old boy were madly scrambling for anything remotely resembling blocks, dolls, or action figures.

All with showtunes blasting on Pandora.

My living room was epic.

And twisted. Most of the Peeps died. Including one that was puggle-napped.

#5’s scene involved a roller coaster, military vehicles, and towers. I called it Peep Inferno, even though nothing was technically on fire. Yet.

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It included a botched helicopter rescue:

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GRAB THE ROPE! THE ROPE!
MY ROPE BROKE! OH NOOO!
MY ROPE BROKE! OH NOOO!

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I seriously debated whether or not to include #4’s for fear of my door being broken down by DYFS. Then I figured, what the hell. If it’s the Peep diorama that sends DYFS over the edge, they haven’t been paying attention.

I dubbed this Rock Show of Doom because she claimed it all started at a concert:

When Mosh pits go bad
When Mosh pits go bad

And yes, I am intentionally avoiding close-ups of all of the creepily posed dolls. Please don’t scrutinize it.

While it was never clear who started off performing in the concert, it was very clear who the victor was:

Last Peep standing.
Last Peep standing.

#3’s started off as a volcano sacrifice (with tomato and Craisin lava). . .

Who to save?
Who to save?

DSCF7476But the availability of extra Army dudes changed it up a little and she opted for a “make your own story line” motif.

And who won?

#2.

With her Peep depiction of Les Misérables:

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Cosette. . .*cough*. .  mais non. . .
Cosette. . .*cough*. . mais non. . .

I have thrown Peeps, stuck Peeps to the wall to have Peep races (last Peep standing wins), tried to blow up Peeps in the microwave, eaten Peeps (not recommended), and cleaned up dog-vomited semi-digested Peeps (also not recommended). Hands down, the Peeps “dioramas” were the best Peep experience I’ve ever had. Maybe this tradition will stick (like a Peep, to the bottom of your shoe…)

What’s the most fun you’ve had with Peeps?

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22 thoughts on “Peep Dioramas

    1. I hope so! I expect a report. You know, they have them for practically every holiday now. Someone just informed me that they are water-soluable. You could totally do that whole “I’m melting!” scene with the witch in the Wizard of Oz in real-time.

  1. I love eating Peeps — but it never occurred to me they could be a Teachable Moment! I’m just envisioning your kids about twenty years from now, when they’re passing along this PD tradition, and trying to explain to their friends what went on in your wild, wonderful, happy household!!

  2. Damn, those kids are creative. I don’t care for Peeps. So I have no stories to tell. It’s possible that this post was the best experience I’ve ever had with Peeps. Well done, you.

  3. I *hate* Peeps with a burning passion (so much so that Babs gives me them every Easter, as a joke), but now I think I’m having a change of heart. Up until now, throwing them in the garbage violently has been my best Peeps experience.

    “If it’s the Peep diorama that sends DYFS over the edge, they haven’t been paying attention” needs to be your new blog tag line.

    1. I can see it now. . .Peep and chipmunk dioramas. . .I expect great things from you. I like the proposed new tag line. I’m considering it. If I use it, I will totally credit you.

  4. Outstanding. Love this tradition and would like to try it in my house if I can get my teen girls to put down their tech gadgets long enough to participate. BTW I don’t dye eggs either. We started melting pastel colored candy melts and dipping strawberries and coating them in sprinkles. Much more fun, tasty and no sulfur smelling farts later.

    1. Whoa. Wait, Easter chocolate-and-and-sprinkle-covered strawberries? Can I join your family?
      Regarding the gadgets, I was lamenting about how the OS parental controls didn’t do what I wanted them to do and someone hipped me to the modem’s controls. Pay dirt. You can do whatever you want to any gadget at any time of day, on a schedule (this is how I find out if my kids are reading my blog).

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