Easter

We celebrated Easter in fine form this weekend.  We started off with a visit from Greta and Tom who came in from Chicago for Greta's quarter of a century-th birthday and Easter weekend.  A few months ago (sans Greta and Tom who couldn't make it back that weekend), the rest of us adults (Brian, me, Mom, Dad, Josh and Abby) went out for dinner without the kids.  While we all knew this at some level, we were all delighted to remember how fun, funny and enjoyable we were as just plain old adults.  We laughed until we cried.  No one was put in time out.  No one had to have someone wipe their mouth or change their pants (thank God, we weren't that funny).  And we promised we'd make it a quarterly, or thereabouts, deal.

So for Greta's birthday, we scored sitters for the little ones and headed out, the 8 adults, to Cate Lurcat on Saturday.  We had a fabulous time and again remembered that we are all a riot.  Well at least we thought we were.

We headed home around 11:00 p.m. and groaned that parental groan of "oh crap, we haven't gotten out the Easter stuff."  So while watching the end of SNL, I frantically filled eggs and hid them.  Remembering images of my mother and aunt looking equally annoyed while sticking stickers on a Barbie Mobile Home from many Christmases ago.

The boys, to their great credit, actually slept in the next morning.  Which was great as we, these days, are normally able to send the older two downstairs to watch cartoons for an hour on Saturday and Sunday mornings while we wake up.  Not so much when your living room is full of eggs and toys.  So they got up around 7:45 and we headed down for the egg hunt.

We followed that with a trip to Papa and Wawa's for a second egg hunt.  Photos of said hunt follow...