Easter Time

Which is more exciting: Christmas or Easter? Christ being born or rising from the grave? Or, to a three year old, Santa or the Easter Bunny?

Ethan has been asking everyday for a week, "Is it Easter time?" That's been the first question when he wakes up in the morning and, once, when he woke up from a nap it was: "Did I sleep all the days and it's Easter time?"

Finally, yesterday morning, we got to tell him IT'S EASTER!! This is the happy Easter face
Then, started the mission, where did the bunny hide the basket? In the bathroom! Silly bunny.


(Don't know how I managed the get the I Love You hand signal, but it fits)
Worst part of the day, found out Mom wasn't feeling good and needed to stay home for the day. Fortunately, my dad brought over the goodies. (I wasn't fast enough to get a shot of E's basket) Here's Nugget's first Easter basket
And my new bag!!!
After lots of playing, tons of candy and a nap we headed up to Chuck and Diane's for an egg hunt and dinner. Yes, we still hunt for eggs, as adults, and its probably the most fun part of the day. The face in this picture is "Mom, I'm on the hunt, quit interrupting me for pictures" but I had to, Grandma needed to see too.
My boys cleaned up at the hunt, I think Michael ended up with 11 and Ethan was pretty close to that too. After the hunting we had a wonderful dinner, where E surprisingly kept asking for more and more ham (not usually one of his favorites) and, bonus, he didn't puke!
If you look at this next picture, between the two chairs, on the porch, is a robin. It sat on the porch for hours and then started flying into the door. We have no idea why but finally shut the blinds and it stopped.
Once we got home it had started to sleet outside. For the next 1/2 hour or so, we watched the fat fluffy flakes come down and Ethanrun around like a mad man.



Happy Easter!