Being fifty-something, I like to celebrate small victories.

Getting the little things right can be more satisfying (and, let’s face it, more frequent) than solving life’s big dilemmas.

Here I’m sharing a tiny, minuscule triumph … getting the Easter presents bang-on target for the grand-nieces.

We don’t mark Easter with any great fanfare (other than our pagan Good Friday BBQ that I won’t go into here).

We’ve whittled down the gift-giving over the years and now only buy for the littlest generation, two grand-nieces and a grand-nephew (who are the cutest little trio you could ever hope to be related to).

Master Zero was easy – a touchy/feely “Spot” book. The girls, Miss 2 and Miss 3, were a little trickier. I didn’t want to go overboard on chocolate (they get so much!) and this is what I came up with … the Egg Heads: a very reasonably priced modern-day take on the carrot-tops-on-the-cottonwool-on-the-saucer-on-the-windowsills-of-yore.

Yes, I added in a couple of little chockie eggs each, too. It IS Easter.

The girls’ mum (my gorgeous niece E – no wonder those girls are so cute) has kept me in the picture from day one, so I know how much fun the Egg Heads have been.

Here’s the story so far, in photo diary format, courtesy of the lovely E.

7 April (Easter Saturday):

“Thanks for a great day yesterday. Thanks also for the pressies for the kids. As you can see the girls are very excited by their Egg Heads … although they think it’s going to grow instantly! Lol!”

11 April:

“Mass excitement … the Egg Heads have sprouted!”

13 April:

“The girls were squealing with delight at 6.45am this morning at the overnight Egg Head growth … just wanted to keep you informed!”

23 April:

“Just thought I’d send you this photo. The Egg Heads had their first haircut today.”

Small victory. Right there. A present (or two) that kept on keeping on.

*awkwardly high-fives self*