easter

The torrential rains arrived just in time for Easter Sunday.  Handy husband and I stuffed Easter baskets the night prior and reminisced about our Easter's past.  I learned that the Easter bunny did not visit his house and leave a hidden basket as a child,  so he was a little confused with the process.

The pack of raccoons, being the early birds they are, awoke at the crack of dawn.  On the count of "1-2-3", they sped out of the house in search of the elusive Easter goodies. 

We dressed in our Sunday best...well the kids did, and headed off to Nana and Papa's for a scrumptious Easter brunch.  Nana always has the house decorated wonderfully, the table set to fit the occasion, and Easter goodies for all. 

The menu this year

homemade olive bread

smoked salmon eggs benedict

crab and vegetable quiche

beautiful fruit platter

carrot cupcakes

the best cheesecake ever

chocolate covered strawberries

mimosas

 

When the rain turned to sprinkles, we quickly donned our rainboots and headed out for the traditional Easter egg hunt.  Nana and Papa hid eggs all over the yard with little goodies for the grandkids to find.  William & Grace headed North, while cousin Adelyn headed East.  Baskets were filled, boots were full of water, and William was headed for the sandbox while the rest of us were headed for the cheesecake.

 

Forward a couple of hours and the crew was down for naps and in a food coma.

Happy Easter!

eggs ready to go

baskets ready to go

Let's just make a comment about these outfits.  Actually, lets's not.
On your mark, get set.......

....go!

still looking

A water spray bottle!  Hip, hip, hooray!

A magnifying glass

Baby Graham likes his new teethers.

Wait, the bunny dropped something in these bushes.

All gussied up...for 10 minutes, at least.

"Hey bunny, get your paws off my buns!"

Look what I can do, Papa!

"Don't worry, I invested your entire portfolio in Cadbury eggs."

Edward Sistahands & Bill Nye the Science guy's son.

Four cousins

Really, you can never, ever, ever get all kids to look at the camera.

A true northwest egg hunt

Papa making sure the rugrats don't put a boot divet in his beautiful lawn.