Easter, 2010

The day before Easter, we headed to Th*nksgiving Point for a huge celebration complete with an egg "hunt" (really a mad scramble where parents mostly snatched up eggs for their kids), pony rides, bounce houses, food, face painting, animals, and fun. Unfortunately, the wind was biting cold, and even grown-ups were shivering. Before we left the house, I thought that maybe we were going overboard with the long-johns (top and bottom), pants, shirts, sweaters, coats, hats, and snow boots, but after about five minutes in the cold, I knew that we had done the right thing. In addition to all of that, the boys were wrapped up in their frog and monkey blankets, too! I swear that they were the ONLY warm children.


It was fun, but the bounce houses were wet (which means wet bums and socks), so we didn't do much of that, and the wind was blowing. We did take a train ride as well as pony rides (not as cool as Papa's horse...), checked out chickens, went on a wagon ride, and even saw the Easter bunny!






Easter is one of Grandpa’s favorite holidays. Not because he is terribly concerned with the resurrection of the savior of the world - OK, he’s not at ALL interested in that particular piece of the holiday (none of us are - hey, don’t judge atheists and agnostics are nice people, too). Nope, Grandpa loves Easter simply because of THE EGGS!!!!

As the story goes, when Momma Bub was a little girl (about 10 years old or so), Grandpa and Grandma were dating when she invited him over for Easter dinner – or something like that. He brought his friend, Norris – who was always Bub’s date when they would “double”. Well, while dinner was cooking, they decided to decorate a few eggs. I don’t know exactly what happened next, or why, but what I do know is that they made several trips to the store and ended up coloring something like six or seven dozen eggs. Yeah, there were only four people, and 84 eggs. But apparently, the eggs were REALLY cool. At least that’s how the story goes.

Anyway, for Easter this year, Grandma and Grandpa came out to our house. My guess is that if we were going to make a mess and destroy carpet, they wanted it to be ours! I don’t blame them. We only colored about two dozen eggs, but we really had a good time. In true form, Grandpa was very meticulous about his eggs, and they turned out quite nicely. He really likes to let them soak up the color so they are very rich looking.

Grandma and Momma Bub got into the act, of course, but really they spend more time giggling at each other than anything else. Mommy was behind the camera again. Like always, dinner was delicious.









And, Grandpa got in a little quality reading time: