Easter weekend in photos

Warning: five BILLION photos ahead, give or take a few.

On Saturday, it rained. Lots and lots of rain. But the church where we do MOPS was totally prepared, and they had THE best indoor Easter celebration ever.

Miles was in heaven. Because, of course, there was chocolate.

“Chocate, chocate!”

 Mmmm, chocate.

 Lily’s age group at the starting line.

 Doesn’t get any better.

 Also a chocolate fan.

 

 Bouncing off the sugar-induced craziness.

Crafts galore!

Many would comment on how meticulous she was and how seriously she took her art. 

They had no idea.

 Miles? He takes nothing seriously. Except, ya know, his chocate.

 Co-crafting.

 She wasn’t quite finished at this point (there would be lots of red to come), but she called it Magical Jesus Walking On Lava.

We totally shut down the joint.

Easter morn!

 Very excited, apparently, about her wooden princess doll coloring thingy.

Rest assured that Lily’s colored and bedazzled the hell out of her.

 Him? Excited about his electric Thomas toothbrush. Weirdo.

 He also got an Elmo plush, which he has showered with kiss after kiss ever since.

 More chocolate.

 It had blinking lights.

 I loathe Squinkies. Don’t see the appeal, really, and they're ridiculously overpriced. But she thinks they’re fabulous, and they DO make perfect egg stuffers.

 Chocate perhaps?

 Lily, Miles, and Daddy did some Easter hot tubbing while I butchered some deviled eggs and made a cheese, meat, and cracker tray (fancy, I know) for the Easter feast we were to have with my good friend Robyn. Robyn loves to entertain, and we love to be entertained, so it’s win-win.

 At Robyn’s house with a conked-out Miles and an annoying-ass kid who glued himself to Ryan and kept smacking him in the nose and shining a laser pointer in my kids’ eyes…‘til I totally went off on him, that is. Don’t screw with my kids or their delicate little eyes. Feel free to smack Ryan, though.

 Lots of kids. Lots. The crazy, whiny, hyper, know-it-all, no-listening kind. Our children were angelic in comparison, which I can’t often say. At one point I looked at Ryan and thanked him for impregnating me exactly twice. Two is good. (Sorry, Karen! Your kids are awesome. These? Not awesome. The opposite of awesome. As far from awesome as humanly possible.)

 Our little family delighting in a game of Candy Land.

 Doing an “I love salami” dance.

 Let the egg hunt begin!

 Found a golden egg!

 

 Found a puddle!

And, yes, I got all the chocolate out of his Easter shirt and made him wear it one last time.

 Grownup egg hunt!

Robyn (sort of) entertained Miles while we hunted.

 And yesterday, our playgroup did a picnic/belated egg hunt. I thought we were egg hunted out. I was sure of it. As it turns out, we weren’t. At least, two out of three of us weren’t.

 Besides, the day was warm and sunny and beautiful, and those days have been reeeally hard to come by, so staying indoors was completely out of the question.

 Blowing bubbles. At least, that’s what Miles was trying to do. I have no idea what Lily was doing.

 Checking out their loot.

 Post-hunt nature walk.

 

 Today’s been cold and gray and drizzly. Again. So we’ve stayed indoors and done lots of crafts and puzzles and such, and we also made freezer bag ice cream. Lily always puts herself in charge of the sugar. I can’t imagine why.

 Miles digs the shaking part…

 …whereas Lily finds it to be way too much effort and just asks me to shove the bag in the freezer already.

A few miscellaneous photos from last week ‘cause I can’t seem to keep up with this blogging stuff:

 

 One day (Wednesday, I think?) we went to the Nature Center with our MOPS friends.

 We followed it up with a nature walk and then lunch at the River Market.

 And then Lily, Miles, and I headed to the museum, which is right next door, and we’ve got a membership, so we feel the need to drop in any time we’re in the neighborhood ‘cause Mama’s cheap and likes to get her money’s worth.

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