Wordless Wednesday: Our Easter Slideshow

(In addition to the photos below, check out our Easter album on Flickr!)

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Dinosaur Easter Eggs

Thanks to a post over at Newlyweds Blog, I got the idea to make (what the kids called) Dinosaur Easter Eggs which then turned into deviled eggs for our family party on Sunday. Here’s how it went down, in a slideshow version!

(Hard boil eggs + gently roll to crack the shells carefully + food color + vinegar + water + overnight in the fridge + peel = dinosaur eggs!)

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Happy Easter!

The Lord has risen! Hallelujah!

The kids were spoiled as the Easter Bunny left gifts at our house and at Grammie and Pappy’s.

Our bellies will soon be full with family favorites (including leftover taco bar, Sally for the win!).

This week, I have a lot to share with you, and I can’t wait, but now it is family time! Happy Easter!

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In Search of Eggs

Last weekend, ‘lil Man and ‘lil Miss A got to take part in an Easter Egg hunt at one of my dad’s churches. The kids gathered lots of eggs with Grammie and Mr. Burgher’s help, then Pappy told the Easter story by sharing Resurrection Eggs that were hidden throughout the yard. ‘lil Man really enjoys him some eggs, and he would have let the world know if he could have.

2012 Easter Bunny Photo

While we were pretty creeped out by this bunny that looks like it could be related to ScareHouse Bunny, the kids sure didn’t mind taking a photo with this bunny. Yes, our kids. Our kids who refused to take photos with Santa. Our daughter who loves Dora but ran away from her. Our kids who are scared of a giggling Cookie Monster. They sat with this costume (no human inside) and took a few photos. Guess for now it’s our Easter Bunny photo!

To Trap a Leprechaun

Last week, ‘lil Miss A came home with a preschool homework assignment. “Build and bring in your leprechaun trap on March 14.” This Pinterest crazy mama thought it would be the perfect craft for us to do. I had visions, and my visions had visions.

Then, I forgot about the project, and next thing I knew, it was Monday the 12th and I hadn’t “pinned” anything for the project let alone searched Google for what in the world was a Leprechaun trap. If I had been smart, I would have called upon the creative genius that is Burgh Baby (who I am sure would have jumped at the chance to help the kid out–her daughter would tell you they are creepy, and she knows from experience). But alas, I did not. I grabbed an empty paper box and told my cousin J that I needed to do this project. She googled, and laughed, told me, “oh my, are they green!”. I went home with visions of deep green and glitter. I forgot the box. I didn’t stop for supplies. I went for a run in the misty rain, and I fed the kids and husband Taco Bell for dinner. I failed, and we had one day left to do the project.

Tuesday evening, I went to the craft store (which had clearanced the St. Patrick’s Day supplies out–there was barely anything left on the shelves) and ended up grabbing some glittery gift bags, stickers, and clover garland. Something would work. A and I gathered our supplies (no scrapping tape, just some couponed packing tape and scissors), and we got to work. The trap needed a ladder (A’s demand), so I made one out of gold rope. She stuck coins to the side to tempt the ‘lil Leprechaun, and plastered on rainbows and shamrocks.

She was proud of her trap, but didn’t understand why a Leprechaun didn’t just come waltzing up our table and into the trap right away. (She’s going to have trouble when she goes hunting.) We tucked the trap beside my bag so she’d be able to take it into school and went to sleep. The next morning, she was upset that she still hadn’t caught a Leprechaun, and I had to explain to her that they only come out on Fridays (because that’s when the trap would be filled at school). She associates Friday’s with dinner at Great Great’s and is always aware of how long it is until then, so she said, “Ok, Leprechaun. You have two days.”

Friday came and went. The trap came home from school, and Mr. Burgher didn’t have an update for me about what she did (or didn’t) catch. I didn’t think to ask her about it before she left for my parents, and there is nothing in that darn trap this morning. I think we’ve been scammed, or else she’s joining the “baby” of Burgh Baby’s camp. Creepy Leprechauns anyways.

(PS, have you checked out our cute ‘lil Man as a Leprechaun? That is not creepy in the least!)