Hoppy Easter, Everybody

When Rabbit said, “Honey or condensed milk with your bread?” he was so excited that he said, “Both,” and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, “But don’t bother about the bread, please.”

-A.A. Milne, of silly Pooh bear

Observations about today’s Easter celebration:

This may be the most exhausted I have ever felt. Yesterday I fell asleep multiple times while having my hair colored— suggesting I already had sleep-deprivation issues— but I still stayed up with the boys to watch The Ten Commandments on TV all the way to the end. And then of course someone had to let the Easter Bunny in after the boys (finally) went to bed.
Therefore, this is the laziest blog post I have ever written. These photos are from last year; I am too tired to go get my camera out of my bag to download today’s pictures. (Mental note: need new Eye-Fi wireless card for camera.)
Maverick somehow never got told the whole Moses story, so The Ten Commandments was fairly interesting but confusing for him. 1) It’s a good story, as bible stories often are, but sounds a little silly when you give the condensed version. 2) The idea of Moses leading all those people into the desert not knowing how he would find food & water for them is overwhelming. 3) Why do they show it Easter weekend? Shouldn’t it have aired for Passover?
It doesn’t matter what time they went to bed or how old they are, kids will be up & ready for easter baskets and egg hunts at 7am.
Perhaps sensing that I might feel left out, Cassidy fashioned an easter basket for me. In it: 3D construction paper renderings of a bunny, a carrot, a toothbrush and toothpaste. Apparently this is what the easter bunny leaves for grown-ups.
We drove through Lancaster County to get to our Easter festivities and as usual it inspired rampant farm envy. I need some baby lambs, horsies, goats, cows, and oxen, STAT! Please and thank you.
Easter, Halloween and Christmas are days that I let the sugar consumption happen without comment. The kids paced themselves but still ate a greedily ridic amount of candy. By 7:30ish pm they had all officially crashed and were in the depths of a sugar hangover: headache, tummyache, overwhelming sleepiness and overall crankiness. When they asked me why I didn’t feel yucky I pointed out that I hadn’t eaten myself into a sugar coma, which really seemed to click this time. They all opted for big glasses of water and bed, but then had a terrible time actually falling asleep.