We were very busy over the weekend.
First we jumped in the car:

Look at poor Spencer's hair. Static like you wouldn't believe. I couldn't even get a good shot. But let me say this--we started laughing at Spencer (Brian and I) and his crazy hair. The next thing we know, Irene is laughing at him, too. She makes a comment on how funny it is that his hair is so static-y. She sits behind him. When you're two and you don't reach the top of your carseat, but someone behind you can see your hair standing up, it's a very dire situation. Plus, you clearly need a haircut.

We did the Easter celebration with my side on Saturday. Good times. It was quiet, just my Mom and all five of us. And the guest of honor--my Grandma, who came down from Maine to spend the holiday with us. Such a treat! Grandma was in charge of making the mustard gravy to go with the ham...something my Mom's been "trying to learn to do for 20 years!", according to her. Somehow it never turns out quite right, in my Mom's opinion, so she jumped on the chance to learn again from her own mother, right in her own home. The gravy was delish.

All right, I know what you're thinking. Terrible picture. I know. I know. I just wasn't really thinking. Even you, my loyal blog readers, know that if I wanted a photo of this for posterity, I should have taken the camera from Brian. Can I tell you how many little movie clips we have on the camera that are taken sideways? Too many. And if you have a digital camera that takes movies too, you know that you can't flip movies like you can with photos. Yeah, that's right--they're stuck sideways. Fairly annoying to watch. The poor guy feels bad enough, but it happens a lot. I have no good excuse for not grabbing said camera away, other than that I wanted to be in the picture, too. You know, three generations and all?
Anyhow, if you could see their faces (not bitter) you'd see that they're both real cute. You'd probably comment about how we all look the same and all of that. I'm sorry to disappoint.
After much fun, basket opening and super yummy dinner, we jumped back in the car for the ride home. Ah, gotta love the travelling you do with little kids. Not too far--about an hour each way.
On Sunday morning, we did NOT hop in the car. That's right. We did Easter morning right at home. Nice. Naturally, I have to share the trails with you. I am reluctant to do this, as it very sadly puts a spotlight on my disgusting cream colored living room rug. I'm been trying to decide if I could deal with the embarrassment of having them out on display on the Internet for all to see (and gag) but I'm going to do it. This is just too huge a part of our Easter traditions to leave it out.
For the record, I would never, not ever, even consider putting this color rug in my home. This rug was here when we bought the place, and it's gotten considerably gross. I used to clean it with all kinds of harsh stuff, and succeeded in doing two things. I made these crazy super-clean spots on the rug, thus highlighting how dirty the whole thing was. (This was some time ago, so it wasn't nearly as dirty as it is now--yikes!) And I also made myself paranoid that my children were playing on a rug that was covered in chemicals and everything and that it wasn't worth it, blah, blah, blah. Anyhow, I'm counting on your not deciding that I'm a bad person/knitter because my rug is gross and your continuing to read the blog, grimy rug and all.
Here it is. The reason I'm showing you the rugs is this:
JELLY BEAN TRAILS

The Easter Bunny leaves them every year. Each child has his or her own trail (beginning with their initial) and it leads either to the basket or to a clue. This year, Irene's led to cute rhyming riddle-type clues. Keegan's clues were in the form of a picture with the word underneath. They each had three clues. Spencer's led right to the basket itself. We all enjoy this tradition immensely, and the kiddos have been discussing the trails for weeks in anticipation.

Keegan found his basket.

Irene's got hers.
Worry not. Spencer found his, too. But the picture Brian took was pretty much Spencer's butt sticking out from behind a rocking chair. I left it out.
And then, later in the day, we hopped in the car. This time it was to see Brian's side of the family at Aunt Judy's house. The drive was a little longer, about an hour and a half each way. This year we opted to stay home and let Spencer have his whole nap, instead of trying to nap him in the car, which never works anyway. We ate lunch at home, instead of having them wait until 2 o'clock to eat lunch. This all worked out so well, believe it or not. The lunch was not as good as the dinner Judy usually serves up, but we made due.

Spencer, Irene, myself, and Auntie Mo
Judy gave the kids recorders (did anyone else ever call these "flutaphones"?), a carrot shaped bat and ball, and bunny shaped racquets with a ball and a birdie. Big fun was had--outside.
The highlight of the visit was the piano.

When I asked Judy if it was all right if Spencer played, she said of course. She also said not to worry--it's not like he can make it any worse. (I'm guessing it's out of tune or something.)

Spencer played for maybe three minutes before the top of one of the keys fell off.

Yeah, seriously. That's what happens when you tempt the universe like that.
Next time, I promise...some knitting.
3 comments:
I get the first comment :)
Well not much to say except "I know... I was there!"
Loving the blog these days. the computer was worth it just to get you back blogging
I love the jelly bean trail idea. I only wish it would work with Chief and Bert.
What a wonderful Easter. I do miss having little kids - but I don't miss the car trips with little kids! I love your tradition of leaving jelly bean trails and clues. And don't worry about your carpet...
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