Insults, Eggs, Easter and losing my 'G' rating

I'll start with the 'Insult' part.

We were leaving the zoo yesterday after spending the better part of the afternoon there. I was feeling happy and mellow, the way you feel after a nice family activity. One that tired the kids out, but didn't cause any meltdowns. Or tantrums from the kids, either. So, I'm in my "yes, my kids are wonderful" haze as we drive away. And then, Gideon says to me:

"Mama, did they have cars when you were a kid?"

Ouch. That is harsh. Really. Cars have been around for, what? 100 years? Yes, I think those newfangled cars were just being introduced when I was a kid.


Now for the Easter Bunny part:

Here we are coloring eggs...

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Here is the aftermath of all that fun......




(oh, and by the way, if any one would like some hard boiled eggs, we have a ton of them to get rid of! 4 and a half dozen to be exact.)

























We had a wonderful Easter. We woke up at about 7:30 (yes, Linds there is a 7:30 in the morning). The kids found their baskets and toys, and the plastic eggs the Easter Bunny hid. The Easter Bunny is super smart and puts the kids initials on their eggs. This way they each have the same amount, and they each know to leave the other ones alone. Lincoln's eggs were put right out in plain view, one of them right in the middle of the living room floor, because we figured he would have no idea what was going on. And, he didn't. For about 25 seconds. That is when he discovered that there was (cue choir of Angels) candy inside the eggs! After that he was like a bloodhound, sniffing out all the eggs he could. And, here is my Public Service Announcement...parents, if you don't talk to your kids about the Easter Bunny, who will?
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The Easter Bunny was so nice to bring Spencer 7 billion more Pokemon cards.























Gideon shows off his Easter basket and cool Lego Batman pen. (oh, his gift was an RC dragonfly toy)

Bastian playing with his new toy, bubble BBQ grill. It's pretty neat. (oh, and I swear the floor was clean when they woke up! How does it get so messy so very quickly?)






























Moira. She is such a good egg.

And, now, here is where I turn PG-13. I'll try to be mature about this one. But it's too funny not to put in my blog, even if I will be blushing the whole time I write this. Last night we went to Friendly's for dinner. A few minutes after being seated Moira says (very, very loudly!)
"Mama! Look at that big clock!"
Although she forgot a letter in the last word. And, while I'm not going to say exactly which letter, lets just say it's a pretty important letter. Here is a clue:

(And, no it's not chicken or chicken hawk)

Meanwhile as Moira was exclaiming over the giant um, clock on the wall, she is also holding her hands about 2 feet apart to show me how big the er, clock is. And I was adult enough to be mortified by what she was so loudly saying. Yet, I was juvenile enough to be practically crying and falling out of my seat because I was laughing so hard.

So, take that Gideon! No one who laughs over that story was born before cars were invented.