"What? No!" I reply, ever the mean mommy, who oh so desperately loves her sleep.
"Come on, Momma. How about like 6:30?"
"No."
"6:35?"
"No."
"6:40?"
Yes, you get the picture. The boys were very excited for the arrival of the Easter bunny and their baskets of goodies. Aidan mentioned only a million and one times that oh, he so hoped that the Easter Bunny knew about Skylanders. (And if he hasn't, I am sure Aidan could entertain him with a few hundred tales about Skylanders, skylanders videos and skylanders characters. We may be living in Skylander hell.)
The boys made it until the ripe hour of 7:01 am until their giggling and running around upstairs even got the dog barking in excitement. Downstairs, we all went to seek and find the baskets. In addition to the baskets, Chris and I hid a few eggs of candy and also in a stroke of genius (if I do say so myself), we hid clues in a scavenger egg hunt.
The scavenger hunt was a huge hit. The boys were racing around the house to follow the clues that led them anywhere and everywhere we could think of hiding an egg. A sample:
"Dino roar! Dino sneeze! Will you pass me a tissue please?" (Clue leading to dinosaur tissue box in boys bathroom.)
"I get hot as I tumble! (Clue leading to dryer.)
"Where can you play hockey on air?" (Air hockey table in basement.)
and my personal favorite:
"Have you ever seen Brennan's underwear drawer?" (leading to, yes you guessed it: Brennan's underwear drawer. Don't judge me. It was late when we were writing these things.)
The clues led the boys to (drum roll) Skylanders! Let video game madness ensue.
After several hours of video games and easter basket goodness, we were off to brunch with Chris's family. I must say, I adore Chris's family like they are my own. They are exceedingly good to us and we are blessed to have them in our lives. I love them dearly. And they can put on a feast. In fact, their thanksgiving dinner is the best I have ever had. But, and I say this with love, brunch is not their thing. Nope. Not their thing.
This year's brunch buffet consisted of the following (in this order): sliced pineapple, cold macaroni salad, cold sliced ham, hard boiled eggs cut in half, orange jello mold, and three types of sausage.
For a brunch-lover like me, it's sort of sad. Oh so sad. No french toast stuffed with apples and cinnamon. No belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. No egg casseroles full of veggie goodness. No potato casserole with buttery toppings. And no coffee cakes. Not a blueberry crumble to be had.
Sad. It hurts me anew every year. But Chris is happy as can be with his sausage options. So there you go.
Our next meal on Easter was at my mom's house with Travis and Lynda. My mom did a full out egg hunt extravaganza this year. Each boy had color coded eggs, each of which contained codes that led to specific wrapped gifts.
And there were a whole lot of eggs which meant, yes a whole lot of gifts.
After perusing his easter haul, Griffin looked a me and said, "Easter is almost like Christmas."
Almost.
As if the egg hunt wasn't enough, it was followed by the piece de la resistance: a cotton candy machine for dessert.
Because Easter isn't Easter until you have eaten your weight in sugar. The boys were over the moon making cotton candy and eating it as fast as the sugar was spun. It was a huge hit.
But the best moment of the entire Easter, at least for me, was Brennan's response to the butter lamb gracing our table at brunch.
"Remember everyone, that lamb is butter. It isn't chocolate. Even though it looks like white chocolate, it isn't. Last year, I bit his head off and boy did that taste awful."
Easter 2012.
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