Woke up this morning to this. I wasn't the only one who was disappointed.
She actually looks pretty ticked off. She sat there for a long time, staring down the snow. The snow was so afraid, it melted.
Easter was pretty much a wash this year, in the basket and egg department. The Easter baskets are lost. Buried beneath all the stuff of my MIL's after she moved to assisted living. Here's our solution to no baskets:
Saturday, we were supposed to go to an awesome egg hunt that a friend was hosting, but we slept too late and missed it. We lame, we know. Then we had some FANTASTIC friends over for dinner, priesthood session and dessert.
We have been friends since Aubrey & Trent only had one kid, and now they have eight. That picture in the center there is my Luke Skywalker with Aubrey's Cole, it was their first General Priesthood meeting. They were bored, and my wise husband and wise Trent set them free for a few brief periods to wander the halls. These two wonderful men are so alike it is frightening.
There's no good photo of Aubrey's other three. They were just moving too fast -- like Tristan here:
See? The kid is a blur. They found the swords and light sabers, and there was just no hope after that. Eclair set up her tent on the deck, moved most of her toys and dress-up collection out there, and the grils were not heard from again.
I did some great research on creative egg dying online:
And didn't color one egg because I was having too much fun with Aubrey. We hunted white eggs. There was one casualty: The stupid Easter Bunny hid an egg between two couch cushions. You can guess what happened to it.
Here's some fun: Eclair got up before seven am, and just went upstairs to watch tv. I woke up about 7:30, and asked her if she had asked anyone to get up yet? She said she was letting everyone sleep in. What about hunting for your basket and eggs? OH YEAH!! I FORGOT!!!! It was hilarious. It took a full 30 minutes to get everyone else up. It looked like this:
The big kids "let" Eclair hunt their baskets and find all the eggs. Aren't they generous?
So. Chocolate for breakfast. Amazing french toast with buttermilk syrup, and creamed eggs for brunch. Pajama Church (General Conference on TV). Senior pictures with cute niece:Then off to Grandmother's house for Easter dinner. Look out for that little one with the binky: she colored my couch with a red sharpie marker earlier this week. Don't let the cuteness fool you.
Home again, home again, jiggity jig. It was a great day and lots of fun.
Now I need to go see if there is any chocolate left.