Monday, April 21, 2014

Easter Time

Every year, on the Saturday preceding Easter, we eat breakfast with the Easter Bunny.   The kids have an opportunity to scream and wave and hug the big Bunny before he delivers all his special treats Easter morning - and of course it's just a photo op for the parents.

It's a rarity when we are all dressed nicely, hair brushed and mouths wiped, so I took advantage of our breakfast outing by setting up my trusty tripod when we got home.  I bribed everyone to sit together on our front stoop for a family picture.  Believe it or not, the kids did a perfect job.  It was us (the parents) that caused a redo with our silliness - case in point...Robert's humor had its way with this one.

After 10 or so takes, we finally got one with which we were satisfied.  Never underestimate the power of a tripod and a self timer.

As usual, Easter morning came waaay too early.  It came so early that we made Evan patiently wait for Mattie (and us) to get up before he could rummage through his basket.  So instead, he just ran back and forth between the living room and our bedroom screaming at the top of his lungs the things he could see in his basket.  "Mama!  Mama!  I got a new monster truck!!"  "Daddy!!  Daddy!!  The Easter Bunny got me a new movie!!!"  After the fifth announcement, I finally just got up.  Mattie was also up by that point because nobody was gonna sleep through that excitement.

The kids ripped through their baskets in a matter of about 2 minutes and devoured the little bit of candy we the Easter Bunny brought them this year.

After breakfast (and a few cups of coffee), we did our annual egg hunt...inside.  Unfortunately, Mother Nature was kicking us in this year.  The kids actually really enjoyed it and that just gave us more time to be in our pajamas :)  Well, most of us anyway.  Mattie Jane chose to hunt eggs in her bathing suit.

Oh - and bless the makers of the school calendar for giving us the Monday after Easter off!  Hallelujah!

1 comment:

Score said...

Looks like fun! We'll have to do an egg hunt for Bryson next year.