Why schools can't make the Monday after Easter a holiday I don't know, but it sure would have been nice. As it was, Easter was the last day of our lovely week of spring break, so we had to pack it up at my folks' house and head home that afternoon. Boo. But it was a lovely day just the same. Gorgeous weather, almost a bit too warm and the smaller two people got a little wilty in the stuffy church and we had to resort to Nilla wafers outside to revive the troops.
Back at the ranch, everybody was super excited to hunt eggs outside.
And M happily collected the "ball-balls"
Don't know about the secret service guy here...
We had brunch with some extended family before departing, too. After the two hour drive back home I wasn't about to go to the grocery store, so in addition to the hard boiled eggs my mom sent home with us I heated up chicken tenders and mac and cheese and served it all on the very cute bunny plates I bought at Michaels, and it was all very festive. Except that I discovered, upon making deviled eggs, that I had not bought paprika again after we moved here (spices being one of the categories of things that usually get pitched between houses). So my eggs were naked.