Easter, in an Eggshell

Early last week we realized that Easter was upon us. Not at all prepared, we started planning and conspiring with neighbors in an attempt to appear organized and festive. After a brief appearance at the official egg hunt [while it was brief, I managed to receive no less than three unsolicited parenting “tips” and a handful of strawberries], we headed home to prepare for the “real” one.

By real, I of course mean planned by your family and loved ones, attended by your friends, and complete with reusable eggs and back-up candy in case of attack. We made burgers and hot dogs, replinished eggs and hung out with the kids all afternoon, and it was awesome. There wasn’t one argument over eggs [which actually surprised me given Dash’s attitude this past week], and it didn’t even rain! Yay, Jesus!

Told your dad this was the first year I didnt make an easter basket for you kids (boohoo) I miss that