I woke up. Rather uneventful. Coffee. mmmm.
Went to Community Group. Four couples banded together to explore the depths of all that life has to offer, over breakfast on Fridays. Sounds like good sitcom material. File away for future use. Actually, we love it. It's great to share life with people in similar stages and talk about all the important and sometimes not so important stuff. More coffee. Note to self: Share my caffeine addiction next week.
Lunch. Olive sandwich, mmmm.
Easter Egg Hunt at Logan's school. We had 15 minutes to hide 300 eggs in a courtyard that was maybe the size of a basketball court. I think I'll hide this egg behind that egg. It took about 5 minutes for the Kindergartners to clean house. Of course, there were tears because of unequal booty in the basket until there was wealth redistribution and all was well. Took lots of pics, you'll see them in a day or two.
Logan and Cole got Easter cards from grandma and grandaddy, each with 10 dollars. Logan went with Tara as I went with Cole in your typical divide and conquer maneuver. In an effort to curb the injustices of sweatshop labor, Cole and I visited the Thrift store and he bought a baseball jersey, pants and cleats. Now he can be a "real baseball player" when we go out to hit the ball. He, of course, changed clothes immediately and wore his uniform the rest of the evening, and we hit the ball until mom and brother got home. Logan went with superheroes. Took pics, you'll see them soon enough.
Dinner. These amazing chicken, cheese tomato open faced sandwiches, mmmmm.
Dying Easter eggs. Eleven cups of vinegar, water and color tablets lined at attention, ready to tattoo the little white shells of two dozen eggs. There were some pretty cool colors that came out of it. Got a little artsy on one. Cole got three pages of stickers with his Easter egg kit, he tried to fit them all on a single egg it seemed. Took pictures...yeah, you figured it out by now.
Afterward we dipped fruit in melted chocolate, mmmmm. Love fresh fruit.
Life kicks into overdrive. Read stories. Battle to get the boys to bed, has little to do with all the chocolate covered fruit they ingested, I am sure. Tara files the state taxes. I read briefly and wonder where the day went.
Oh yeah, it's on the little disk in the camera. Pics coming soon, hopefully.
To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has it's own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which has never been seen before, and which shall never be seen again. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson