A day or two late, our Easter summary. We did not have a traditional Easter Weekend this year.
On Good Friday we went back up the hill for a weekend at the cabin (shower floors to cement in, pipes to be set, etc…) Lo and behold… snow. Just an inch or two, but I got a little taste of what my Mid-West and East Coast friends have been experiencing. My spring flowers didn’t seem too much worse for wear though.
Rich got a lot done on the bathroom (of course still not enough that we could, ya know, take a shower, but every little bit helps. )
The Easter Bunny knew to bring the Easter Baskets to the cabin this year. I, upholding my mother’s long standing tradition of letting kids pig out on candy, allowed Grant to strap on an Easter Basket Feed Bag. That child must have eaten his weight in chocolate, only pausing long enough to be force fed a banana, before resuming his Cadbury Marathon.
You know what’s a really bad idea? To let your kid eat a whole bunch of candy and then take him on a twisty mountain road, descending 6,000 feet in 40 minutes.
You know what happens? They hurl. They blow chunks. They toss their cookies. They pray to the porcelain gods. They spew. They have a technicolor yawn. They lose their lunch. They ralph.
Bless his heart, he warned us before it happened, but the only thing worse than a kid throwing up in a moving car, is a kid throwing up in a stopped car while another vehicle crashes into it on a twisty mountain road. We couldn’t pull over… no shoulder on the road… just a cliff. (The next time I fly I’m grabbing about a dozen of those airsick bags and stashing them in the glove compartment. )
See what happens if you miss Easter services!!??
Thankfully, we were on the way to my parents’ for Easter dinner and had already planned to go early enough to shower there. Of course I quickly discovered that Devin had packed an Easter outfit that included a Billabong T shirt with a skull on the front, and wore a collared shirt over the top of it…. with a skull on it. Skulls and Easter do not mix. He had to borrow a shirt from Poppa. (So did Rich, who forgot his at the cabin.)
“Hi Mom and Dad! Happy Easter!! Can we hose down our barfy kid, use your showers and then borrow your clothes? Great, thanks!”
No matter what the day brings, you laugh and move along.
Handsome Hubby taking our traditional self-portrait.
The boys and my niece, Raelene, ready for Gramma’s Easter Egg Hunt.
OOOOH!!! More candy! How can this be the face of a kid who yarked not more than 3 hours ago…?
oy. Happy Easter everyone.