The six year old meets an Easter Bunny who's not even trying.
Did I mention that it was 30 degrees?
The teen warms up at a diner. Sometimes hot chocolate is better than cold chocolate.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Kidblogging: The Easter Egg Hunt
Against the wise advice of the denizens of the Crack Den, I took the brood to an easter egg hunt on Saturday. Why would they advise against it, you ask? Because it was thirty freaking degrees and miserable, that's why. And it certainly was. (Hint: you can't pick up easter candy with mittens on.) Little SP stayed warmly wrapped, snuggled in his sling (and so pretty much invisible) the whole time, but here's the others, including the steps necessary to thaw them when it was over.
The six year old meets an Easter Bunny who's not even trying.
Did I mention that it was 30 degrees?
The teen warms up at a diner. Sometimes hot chocolate is better than cold chocolate.
The six year old meets an Easter Bunny who's not even trying.
Did I mention that it was 30 degrees?
The teen warms up at a diner. Sometimes hot chocolate is better than cold chocolate.
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8 comments:
Tough, hard (& cold) work getting those eggs.
Cute bunny
One Easter, we went to mr cgreen's family in Santa Fe where it was so bitter cold outside, the Easter Bunny hid the eggs inside the house. The kids never minded, at all--in fact they asked if we would be like the bunny and rehide the eggs, so they could find them again.
Here's hoping your Easter will be better bunny and baby weather.
Love to see your kids! How nice of you to try to give them memories (even if they are a little chilly) of the holidays. Maybe you could have an Easter Egg hunt inside your home?
Wow... looks like an interesting day was had by all. Thank god for hot chocolate!
:)
What's with the bunny?
That pea coat was actually Thers's when he was a kid, has a funny little pseudo-military insigna on the shoulder. It's a great look for her.
Those aren't candy canes, they're a harrific confection which used to be made here in town called B-B-Bats, though they look like cricket bats, if anything. Imagine the hardest, least chewable taffy you can, stuck on a lollipop stick. Ugh.
And we're supposed to have a family egg hunt next week, when the weather should be warm.
How much do you want for your children? I wish to buy them.
I just had to come back to see these pictures again. Rosie's expression just tickles me. She looks like she's got a snarky comment brewing, but it hasn't quite formed yet. Just adorable.
B-B-Bats! God, my mother used to buy those for us!
Guaranteed to pull yer teeth right out!
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