Easter weekend. Loved it. Glad it's over. Things got off to a bang with no school Friday so we partied like we never have before and had a picnic at a playground with some cousins. Since the sun was out we thought it meant it would be warm. But it wasn't.
Then we had our Easter baskets on Saturday morning and all my hard work shopping at Dollar Tree the night before paid off as I heard Ethan squeal with delight, "I got sidewalk chalk! YAY! I got sidewalk chalk everybody!" It was like he'd won the lottery. I love three-year-olds. So easy to please.
Then we took off to Thanksgiving Point with about 5000 of our closest friends to fight for a few pieces of Laffy Taffy at their Easter Eggstravaganza (isn't it great how the word 'egg' gets abused so much this time of year?) Hub had scored these tix from a guy at work so we didn't feel guilty leaving early. It was just too cold to wait in line for events my kiddos weren't too excited about. Like face painting. And sidewalk chalk drawings. (Hello! Didn't they know that Ethan got his very own sidewalk chalk??)
Isaac and Ethan at the fishing event. They waited in line for 15 minutes to get a very nice Easter sticker and tattoo. Which promptly got thrown into the bottom of the stroller only to be seen again when I get around to cleaning out said stroller.
So we killed some time at Cabela's before the next hunt. There is nothing like watching trout swim in those aquariums and seeing lots of dead animals mounted on a store wall.
Then we had our last hunt for the year at Grandma M's. After the kids had found all the candy eggs and money, Grandma remembered that she had boiled and painted 3 dozen eggs that she forgot to hide. I didn't tell her that my kids never pick up those eggs anyway, so there was nothing lost.
Mitch showing off his bag of goodies
Then Hub helped someone move in to the ward because that's just what he does best, I guess. And I got to go to dinner and our local beauty pageant with my friends and we had a rollicking good time. And in the middle of the night I got sick but had to get better fast since I had to play the piano for our Easter program and absolutely nobody wants to substitute for the primary chorister on half an hour's notice. So because I girded up my loins and went to church I was miraculously healed. I am calling it the Easter Miracle. THE END.
This is what happens when you let your 7-year-old take pictures. Sorry hub.